Getting a burn

[ditchdj]

Well I got a burn cooking a pizza in the oven, enough to cause a blister. What's odd you may say???? I used to get burns like this and they'd hurt like crazy for the first two hours or so. Now when I get burns like this they dont hardly hurt anymore. I wonder if it's because I'm just used to getting burned after working at Wendy's for six years. Kina like that scene in "Cape Fear" when Max gets a pot-full of scalding hot coffee thrown in his face and doesnt faze him at all. He was probably so used to being brutalized in prison for so many years that stuff like that doesnt bother him anymore.

[Ringtail Z28]

It's certainly possible to build up a tolerance to pain if you've been subjected to it enough. Something I like to do in shop class is when I'm working on a hot running engine, I'll talk some annoying ricer into slapping his hand on the manifold or something. He'll see me holding it so he'll figure that it can't be that hot, and I guess I don't look like the kind of guy who handles stuff like that it's nothing. :devil:

There is a bit of a down side though. You can get used to getting banged up so much that you won't notice it when something really bad happens. At Target I was used to going home bruised and sore, so when I hurt my right knee I simply ignored it until I started to lose the feeling in my right leg. I later found out I had a torn menascus or however the hell it's spelled. No fun I assure you.

[Misanthropical]

When I was pregnant with my oldest, I went into labor. The nurse insisted that I couldn't possibly be in labor, because I was so calm, but to shut me up they hooked me up to the monitor and found out that I was indeeed in labor.

I have always had a high tolerance for pain, unless it's my teeth, then I'm a big baby, but any other pain I can be in extreme pain and still talk calmly. The down side is doctors assume that I'm not really in all that much pain, since I'm so calm.

[sportsmom]

It's certainly possible to build up a tolerance to pain if you've been subjected to it enough. Something I like to do in shop class is when I'm working on a hot running engine, I'll talk some annoying ricer into slapping his hand on the manifold or something. He'll see me holding it so he'll figure that it can't be that hot, and I guess I don't look like the kind of guy who handles stuff like that it's nothing. :devil:

So, I see you like to do things like my dad does. He got a friend of his to hold the spark plug on the lawn mower as he tried to start it. :eek:

One time some friends of ours came over while Dad was working on a car and Dad asked him to come hold something for him. A wouldn't do it, so his wife started giving him a hard time about it and he finally looked at her and said "I'm not putting my hand anywhere he says to! Have you see his knuckles?!?" Good point. My dad was always walking around with his knuckles torn up and cut open.

We never had to take a car to a mechanic, though. :)

[protege]

Several years ago, my ear doctor actually said to me... "did you know your ear is infected?" When I said no, he said something like "well, judging by the looks of things, you should be in some serious pain" :eek: I guess, after getting them for most of my life, they no longer hurt anymore. In fact, I barely notice the slight hearing loss either.

[TNT]

I've a fairly high pain threshold, so when I hurt, I really hurt. But, I seldom show it. My old family doctor knew this... the mere fact that I was in his office was an indication to him that I was in some serious trouble. I'd say, "Ah, gee, I got this naggy little pain right here, you know, it kind of twangs every once in a while." The doctor knew that was TNTspeak for "I'm in misery to the nth degree."

A few months ago, I got really banged up... it really hurt every time I moved and even breathing was an adventure. So, for the first time in five years, I went to the doctor. My old doctor is long gone now, and I had to find a new one. The doctor at urgent care was okay about the pain killers... he gave me enough to get through the weekend. Then I had to go to another doctor. I was in such a bad way by then I had to rely on a "friend" ;) to take me there. (Itself an indication that things are bad... I'm not one to ask for help.)

Doctor: Take some Tylenol.
Me: It doesn't help much. Same with aspirin or ibuprofen.
Doctor: I don't think anything stronger is necessary.
Me: I'm in some trouble here. I've been off work for three days.
Doctor: From observing you, it just doesn't seem like it's really all that bad.
Me: Trust me, it's bad.
Doctor: You'll be fine.
Me: When?
Doctor: It'll get better when it gets better.

He was right.... about a month later.