Did you all have a nice holiday? I hope so! Mine was lovely, although my husband managed to sprain his ankle 5 hours before the opening night of his Christmas play. He’s been up there dancing every night, but his ankle is looking pretty sad:
It’s been a very busy weekend full of time with family for me, and I am exhausted. So this will be a mini-post.
My husband’s unfortunate hide and seek injury (yes really) ((and there wasn’t even alcohol involved)) got me thinking about pain and how strange it is.
I consider myself to have a pretty high tolerance for pain. With endometriosis, an emergency oral surgery, and three abdominal surgeries, I’ve experienced a variety of types of pain. Incisions are basically stab wounds, that’s pretty intense. So I feel like little things, like flu aches and headaches are things that I handle really well compared to someone who isn’t used to pain like me. Yup, I’m a hardened sufferer. I’ve got very thick skin. Pain just doesn’t get to me.
Except when it does. Like when we’re leaving a restaurant at night (again, with no alcohol involved even) and I trip over those cement bumper things in the parking lot and scrape my knee. All of my weight fell onto one knee on the concrete, and pardon my french, but I fucking lost it. I screamed bloody murder. I cried at the top of my lungs. I cried all the way home and had NO control over myself at all.
But like, it’s a freaking scraped knee. Wtf.
Pain is weird.
Real posts coming soon. 🙂