Posted by John B (18.104.22.168) on February 11, 2000 at 11:23:34:
In Reply to: Weekend Discussions begins! posted by Mrs Holloman on February 11, 2000 at 07:27:23:
I've gotten a lecture from my doc several times. You know how long it takes to get an appointment these days. I will tell him about an elbow that has been hurting or a pain in my chest (I have an enlarged atrium and valve damage from too many years of DHE-45) and he will ask how long. I will tell him "oh, about 2 months". "Well, how bad is it", he asks. This is where things get interesting. These are all things that, when I was younger, I would have been on the phone raising hell with the doctor's appointment secretary to get me in sooner. "About a 2", I reply, or maybe "about a 4".
This always brings a puzzled look from my doctor, then a slow dawning look of recognition as he realizes my use of the "Kip" scale. "You should come in right away!" he will tell me.
I just don't let ordinary pain bother me any more. It's not that I don't let it, actually; it just doesn't. I used to be afraid of bees, and used to really panic around bumble bees and wasps. Even june bugs scared me because they might be bumble bees. Not any more. The idea of being stung by an insect doesn't concern me at all.
I don't look for pain. If I go to the dentist, I ask for the shot. I don't antagonize bees or wasps. I'm careful with hammers, unless I'm having a 10, of course.
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