Thursday, October 9, 2008

The Pain Factor

I went to the chiropractor this morning. After getting whacked back in shape and having my hip shoved back in place, he said:

"I don't know how you walked in here with that hip so far out and your back all tensed up."


Huh? It's true, I was in some pain but not so much that I couldn't get around.

It did get me to wondering about something, yet again... Do women really have a much higher tolerance for physical pain than men? Or is it an individual thing?

After every major surgery, I was up and around within hours after getting home. I'm not saying it was fun or that I felt like competing in a marathon but I was up and doing.

Most women don't stay in bed when they have the flu or a bad cold. Most women of my acquaintance don't even bother to complain about how rotten they feel. Most men of my acquaintance snivel like they had come down with Pneumonic plaque or Ebola.

Taking an aspirin when you have a headache just seems like an intelligent thing to do, Why do some males act like they're dying from the headache but still refuse to take and aspirin?

Going to the doctor when you've sprained your ankle is also a good thing. Get that brace on and continue as usual. Don't hobble around like somebody just hit you in the knee with a sledge hammer emitting a high keening noise for days because you have a sprained ankle.

Being asked "Does it hurt bad" when in the midst of labor is a really dumb question and would result in numerous broken noses if it weren't for the intervention of nurses and a tangle of IV tubes.

Getting burned is part of cooking. Fat spatters, liquids slop, things splash. Get over it.

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