From a conversation about the merits and drawbacks of tattoos:
All too often I’ve seen people ink their pain into their skin not to heal, but to ensure that it never heals.
From a conversation about the merits and drawbacks of tattoos:
All too often I’ve seen people ink their pain into their skin not to heal, but to ensure that it never heals.
I understand perfectly why we are hardwired, so to speak, to respond to comparatively minor pains and annoyances with major reactions, because you need to notice if your skin is too close the fire, even if it’s just a candle flame and “only” the tip of one finger, but this hardwiring can certainly complicates situations less straightforward than that.
Did you know that when you injure yourself, a little countdown starts toward the inevitable time that a family member forgets about said injury and then accidentally inflicts a shocking amount of pain on you?
I’m happy to say that by this morning the pain that was yesterday for me had mostly subsided like a wasp sting on the following day.
(I’m not just picking that metaphor out of the air by the way. Yesterday a friend of mine had their plans disrupted by an unexpected and surprisingly painful wasp sting, and I was struck by how perfectly that described my day too.)
Despite yesterday’s post, I am genuinely okay. I’m not quite sure what I did to myself (a pulled muscle is the most likely culprit), but it was . . . an experience to be sure, an experience I could definitely do without repeating. It was a profoundly unpleasant 24 hours or so, but I seem to have made it through unscathed.
I wonder how many people would understand what I was talking about if I used the phrase “Hemingway level of pain”?
My thoughts yesterday:
I wonder how effective that Shiatsu massager L’s Mother ordered really is? Guess I’ll have to try it to find out . . .
My thoughts upon awakening this morning:
Holy Shiatsu, that hurts!
If it’s true that it’s the healing that really hurts, then I have been healing like a boss lately!
This week I learned that tension and stress, while related, are actually separate things.
And now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go and deal with this headache . . . but at least I’m not stressed about it.
Colonel Trautman: How’s the wound?
Rambo: You taught us to ignore pain, right?
Colonel Trautman: Is it working?
Rambo: Not really.
(I’m not wounded, by the way, just in extreme pain.)