A Different Level Of Tolerance.
I guess I have always had a high tolerance for pain. Dad said that when I was only 2, I fell and cracked my head on the corner of the fireplace; the scar remains at my temple; that I didn't cry at all. He said I just got up and continued on my way. At the age of 13.5 I learned how not to cut carrot sticks the hard way and ended up cutting the tip of my thumb down past my thumbnail. I felt no pain in that mishap but had to go to hospital to stop the bleeding and get patched up. Also, at the age of 15, I ran into the side of a sidewalk and tore my baby toe halfway off. I should have cried out in pain but instead I walked into the house and held a wad of paper towel on it til my mother got home. She took me to the hospital where I waited for 2hrs for stitches. I was joking about it the whole time too! There were many other times where I should have felt a lot of pain which to me...well ...seems more like a numbing sense than anything else. I never really took notice when I ended up with cuts and scrapes. What makes it hard is when a Doctor asks me to rate the pain on a scale of 1-10. What I describe as a level of 2 is the same as someone else describing it as a 7 or even 8. All I know is that the more pain I feel, the quieter I become and if the pain is excruciating for me I automatically tend to fall asleep.