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micahaphone wrote:Swear a little, go "Arrrggggghhh", hop around a bit, and then just grin & bear.

Same here... especially a toe stub... My god.....

Karon wrote:Are we comparing pain now? I've been shot between the ribs, barely missing my heart, and twice in my left arm.

"Boohoo"

That's all? I have had my limbs chopped off, and then had my torso dumped into fire. My story is better than yours.

Normal pain: curse, jumping around while cursing

Severe pain: curse, black out, hospital.

My light form of clusterheadache: going to a dark room, trying not to cry and hope it'll be over soon.

Light Pain: Ignore

Normal Pain: Stop for a second and move on

Severe Pain: Booze

Worst pain I ever felt, going in ice water.

Feels like getting punched in the lungs.

For pain inflicted by myself: curse, feel sorry for myself, or laugh hysterically. (When I had my first injections at around 3 yrs I giggled so much i fell off the chair. No, really.)

For pain inflicted by others? silent dignity,while inside cursing their existence and wishing them a painful death. Voodoo helps with that.

i shout out my safe word.

Interesting question.

I have a much easier time dealing with it if it's self-inflicted. No, I'm no cutter, but if I put a knife though my hand, I'm much more calm about it than if I'm, for example, getting stitched up for said knife being through said hand by a doctor. For that, there's nothing but telling them that you need REAL pain medicine and trying not to watch when he's going to work. If I had two hands free, I probably would have done it myself and not gone to the hospital at all.

Typically my means of dealing with it is dependent on the intensity of the pain combined with the type.

Headache? Alcohol, Caffeine, or Aspirin (or all the above)
MIGRANE Headache? Sleep. Nothing will kill the pain, best just to fast forward through it.
Muscles? Alcohol and Vicodin.
Heartburn? A nice cocktail I discovered of baking soda and water, followed by another glass of water. No more than a spoonful of soda though, otherwise you'll turn your stomach into the world most painful fake volcano.

daedalus wrote:Interesting question.

I have a much easier time dealing with it if it's self-inflicted. No, I'm no cutter, but if I put a knife though my hand, I'm much more calm about it than if I'm, for example, getting stitched up for said knife being through said hand by a doctor. For that, there's nothing but telling them that you need REAL pain medicine and trying not to watch when he's going to work. If I had two hands free, I probably would have done it myself and not gone to the hospital at all.

Typically my means of dealing with it is dependent on the intensity of the pain combined with the type.

Headache? Alcohol, Caffeine, or Aspirin (or all the above)
MIGRANE Headache? Sleep. Nothing will kill the pain, best just to fast forward through it.
Muscles? Alcohol and Vicodin.
Heartburn? A nice cocktail I discovered of baking soda and water, followed by another glass of water. No more than a spoonful of soda though, otherwise you'll turn your stomach into the world most painful fake volcano.

Your bicarbonate of soda/water cocktail is a pretty standard trick

daedalus wrote:Interesting question.

I have a much easier time dealing with it if it's self-inflicted. No, I'm no cutter, but if I put a knife though my hand, I'm much more calm about it than if I'm, for example, getting stitched up for said knife being through said hand by a doctor. For that, there's nothing but telling them that you need REAL pain medicine and trying not to watch when he's going to work. If I had two hands free, I probably would have done it myself and not gone to the hospital at all.

Typically my means of dealing with it is dependent on the intensity of the pain combined with the type.

Headache? Alcohol, Caffeine, or Aspirin (or all the above)
MIGRANE Headache? Sleep. Nothing will kill the pain, best just to fast forward through it.
Muscles? Alcohol and Vicodin.
Heartburn? A nice cocktail I discovered of baking soda and water, followed by another glass of water. No more than a spoonful of soda though, otherwise you'll turn your stomach into the world most painful fake volcano.

In general I avoid hospitals unless absolutely necessary, I've Superglued/Butterfly stitches myself closed on numerous occasions.
In fact...ny last two Hospital visits were to have my appendix removed ( A rather unpleasant experience) and on an occasion when I had a huge blob of slag (That's molten metal) drop onto my hand when I was cutting a steel plate with a torch...I unleashed a torrent of profanity that is as of yet unmatched by anyone I know.

corpsesarefun wrote:
Your bicarbonate of soda/water cocktail is a pretty standard trick

Well, I guess it is pretty obvious when you think about it, though the idea only came to me when I was having a pretty bad fit and had run out of the prescription medicine I have. Works like a charm though.

FITZZ wrote:
In general I avoid hospitals unless absolutely necessary, I've Superglued/Butterfly stitches myself closed on numerous occasions.
In fact...ny last two Hospital visits were to have my appendix removed ( A rather unpleasant experience) and on an occasion when I had a huge blob of slag (That's molten metal) drop onto my hand when I was cutting a steel plate with a torch...I unleashed a torrent of profanity that is as of yet unmatched by anyone I know.

I've got a running thing with my friends where they know that if I wake up in a hospital, I'm going to kick someone's ass. Makes it doubly hilarious when I call them up and ask them very politely and calmly if I could trouble them for a ride there. We joked about it for quite a while in the emergency room that night.

I must say though, slag burning through skin sounds like the most horrible thing ever. I've gotten solder on myself and that was bad. I can't imagine an actual blob of steel. :(

FITZZ wrote:

daedalus wrote:Interesting question.

I have a much easier time dealing with it if it's self-inflicted. No, I'm no cutter, but if I put a knife though my hand, I'm much more calm about it than if I'm, for example, getting stitched up for said knife being through said hand by a doctor. For that, there's nothing but telling them that you need REAL pain medicine and trying not to watch when he's going to work. If I had two hands free, I probably would have done it myself and not gone to the hospital at all.

Typically my means of dealing with it is dependent on the intensity of the pain combined with the type.

Headache? Alcohol, Caffeine, or Aspirin (or all the above)
MIGRANE Headache? Sleep. Nothing will kill the pain, best just to fast forward through it.
Muscles? Alcohol and Vicodin.
Heartburn? A nice cocktail I discovered of baking soda and water, followed by another glass of water. No more than a spoonful of soda though, otherwise you'll turn your stomach into the world most painful fake volcano.

In general I avoid hospitals unless absolutely necessary, I've Superglued/Butterfly stitches myself closed on numerous occasions.
In fact...ny last two Hospital visits were to have my appendix removed ( A rather unpleasant experience) and on an occasion when I had a huge blob of slag (That's molten metal) drop onto my hand when I was cutting a steel plate with a torch...I unleashed a torrent of profanity that is as of yet unmatched by anyone I know.

My father was a steelworker, he had the same thing happen to him.

daedalus wrote:

corpses are fun wrote:
Your bicarbonate of soda/water cocktail is a pretty standard trick

Well, I guess it is pretty obvious when you think about it, though the idea only came to me when I was having a pretty bad fit and had run out of the prescription medicine I have. Works like a charm though.

FITZZ wrote:
In general I avoid hospitals unless absolutely necessary, I've Superglued/Butterfly stitches myself closed on numerous occasions.
In fact...ny last two Hospital visits were to have my appendix removed ( A rather unpleasant experience) and on an occasion when I had a huge blob of slag (That's molten metal) drop onto my hand when I was cutting a steel plate with a torch...I unleashed a torrent of profanity that is as of yet unmatched by anyone I know.

I've got a running thing with my friends where they know that if I wake up in a hospital, I'm going to kick someone's ass. Makes it doubly hilarious when I call them up and ask them very politely and calmly if I could trouble them for a ride there. We joked about it for quite a while in the emergency room that night.

I must say though, slag burning through skin sounds like the most horrible thing ever. I've gotten solder on myself and that was bad. I can't imagine an actual blob of steel. :(

When it first hit my skin it actually felt like a huge block of ice on my hand...then the actual pain hit...with sort of felt as though I'd stuck my hand in hell, a coworker dumped a bottle of water over it...which made things worse..
The hospital trip was filled with scrubbing and digging to remove the metal,followed by packing my hand in silvadene and bandaging it up...the whole event was definitely a + 10 on the " This really Sucks" meter

As for the Appendix,I was having serious abdominal pain for a few days until one night it became horrible,still prompted by my dislike of Hospitals,I attempted to sleep...only to wake later in agony.
Upon arriving at the hospital I was rushed to surgery and later told that if I had not come in when I did I could very well have died from my Appendix rupturing.

@ Karon..

Yeah...I've worked with my hands my whole life,getting injured is part of the game.

I just try to deal with the pain to be honest, maybe take an ibuprofen for bad headaches, but I've gotten pretty used to minor things...still faint in some circumstances though But I can't say I've had anything near what some people have mentioned in this thread.

Karon wrote:

Avatar 720 wrote:If it's household knocks and bumps, usually it's a swear word and a harsh telling off to the object that did it.

Pain as in, say, drainage of a cyst on a sensitive area that supposedly "won't hurt because it's dead skin" without any anesthetic or numbing cream of any sort and just cutting into it with a scalpel and "draining" the contents by squeezing it between thumb and forefinger... totally different story. That goes beyond swear words, we're into the realm of tensing every muscle in your body, gritting your teeth and hoping the doctor doesn't slip/sneeze/whatever.

^^

corpsesarefun wrote:

Avatar 720 wrote:If it's household knocks and bumps, usually it's a swear word and a harsh telling off to the object that did it.

Pain as in, say, drainage of a cyst on a sensitive area that supposedly "won't hurt because it's dead skin" without any anesthetic or numbing cream of any sort and just cutting into it with a scalpel and "draining" the contents by squeezing it between thumb and forefinger... totally different story. That goes beyond swear words, we're into the realm of tensing every muscle in your body, gritting your teeth and hoping the doctor doesn't slip/sneeze/whatever.

As someone who has a terrible phobia of needles (I mean if you even get one out in front of me I will start to hyperventilate; i'm dreading having my first blood test of my life at some point) and sharp objects wielded by other people (someone cooking dinner with a sharp knife will make me extremely paranoid that something will happen, like it'll slip etc.), pain caused by any of those two is especially bad, since i'm focussed 100% on what is being done, as opposed to banging my knee on the coffee table whilst watching TV, because usually I get distracted.

Draining a cyst?
Boohoo, try cutting out a wart with a kitchen knife.

Are we comparing pain now? I've been shot between the ribs, barely missing my heart, and twice in my left arm.

"Boohoo"

That's nothing I've had my head chopped off by a crazy lumber-jack and got it stitched on backwards, now that's a painful injury.

Draining a cyst?

I would say where it was, which would explain my immediate reaction of "If he slips, I will kill him..." when the doctor said he'd need to cut it open to drain it.

But i'll leave you with a clue to help you guess; you'll only find this area on men (real, biological men).

Avatar 720 wrote:

Draining a cyst?

I would say where it was, which would explain my immediate reaction of "If he slips, I will kill him..." when the doctor said he'd need to cut it open to drain it.

But i'll leave you with a clue to help you guess; you'll only find this area on men (real, biological men).

Ouch...I once had a cyst in the in the " nearby neighborhood" to the one your describing...and that was pretty damn unpleasant,I'd hate having one on the location your talking about.

Avatar 720 wrote:If it's household knocks and bumps, usually it's a swear word and a harsh telling off to the object that did it.

Pain as in, say, drainage of a cyst on a sensitive area that supposedly "won't hurt because it's dead skin" without any anesthetic or numbing cream of any sort and just cutting into it with a scalpel and "draining" the contents by squeezing it between thumb and forefinger... totally different story. That goes beyond swear words, we're into the realm of tensing every muscle in your body, gritting your teeth and hoping the doctor doesn't slip/sneeze/whatever.
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That brings to mind a certain episode of Tosh.0. Shoulder , anyone?

I close my eyes, open my mouth and let out a small moan..

Having a bum knee and something a VA doctor called "acute spinal compression," pain is just a part of my day, I've gotten used to it and don't really notice it unless it flares up from time to time. With stuff like cutting my finger or bashing my knuckles or breaking my nose, I just stand up straight, try to relax every muscle I can withhout falling over, take a deep breath in through the nose (if possible) and slowly let it out through my mouth. Little meditative trick I picked up when I studied martial arts.

I don't feel pain, I am pain.



Nah, I just do the usual 'Oh, for feth's SAKE!' whenever I'm daft enough to hurt myself.

My pain threshold is directly porportional to how absolutely pissed off I am.

I was also taught the 'cleansing breath' technique - a few weeks ago I broke a finger sparring and it was my coach who went nuts, go figure. I guess he was anticipating the pain of being sued but since I realised it was my own dumb fault I then drove my (manual transmission), car to the hospital to get it set. That was annoying.

The pain from a root canal with no anaesthetic has very few comparisons or adequate words to capture its essence. I'm resistant to all known anaesthetics, so I had the tooth root canalled (a real word), and then pulled out because it fething snapped without anaesthesia, as well as on another occasion having the end of my toe removed and the wound burnt closed with phenol after it got rotted... Ah, sports injuries...

Whilst getting a sleeve tattoo I discovered some interesting things about pain management, which I could have applied to dental treatment if I'd figured them out sooner. The human brain, whilst a fascinating and deeply complex machine, is at times lazy and reliant upon associations. Whining, drilling noise = pain. iPods can stop tattoos from hurting - if your brain doesn't recognise the cue and tense you up for pain, you can cut out a lot of the unpleasantness. I recommend full volume right when the needle hits your tender, tender armpit.

That and... well... think about... you know... I once went to a tattooist whose TV only ever showed the Playboy channel. Worked.

Cursing, often loud enough for the whole block to know I bumped my head again.

"Ow ow ow ow dammit ow ow!"