I went.
I went to the doc. She made me take my top off and prodded my spine through my fat. Then I had to put my top on and take my jeans off. She prodded more. and told me to lose some of my fat Then she stretched me, hit me, tickled my feet, explored where I could feel things and where I couldn't (The front of my thigh and my middle three toes all go numb periodically).
Then she told me I was abnormal and referred me to a back pain specialist. So now I gots to wait for them to send me an appointment.
My abnormalness is that, in her words, "You're far too flexible to have these symptoms" So. I have got these symptoms, and I am that flexible, therefore I get referred. Woo, and, indeed, hoo.
Another amusing thing was me describing my inability to sit still cos it hurts so much (I wriggle about like a naughty child and bite my lips lots) SO she said 'Okay, what painkillers do you take?'
I was like, 'Painkillers? I don't.' (Because I was brought up that a. You just DON'T and b. Masking the pain doesn't help you avoid it. I only ever take the 'killers for migraines, cos they make me go blind and throw up otherwise.)
So she sporked a little at that. And told me to take aspiri HOLY FUCK! sorry..fuse just blew, and when our fuses go it sounds like a gunshot, and I just nearly jumped out of my skin!..where was I...er, yeah, aspirin.
I think I inherited a high pain threshold. Everyone in our family laughs in the face of pain.
Today i was using a 5 pound lump hammer on the anvil, and on the backswing I smashed a finger between the sharpest piece of metal ever and the hammer...but just kept working (after yelping) . Gary was like 'I think you've cut yourself' so I said 'Yeah, I know.'. Him: 'You wanna go get a plaster?' Me: Nah, I'll finish up, it'll be okay. ::short pause:: Him: Ok, everytime you hit the anvil, blood is spattering everywhere. Go get a plaster." Heh. I didn't think I'd cut myself that badly! but i'd taken a neat gouge out of my knuckle. Eew. So I finished up and stuck a bit of masking tape on.
I don't trust medics.
Then she told me I was abnormal and referred me to a back pain specialist. So now I gots to wait for them to send me an appointment.
My abnormalness is that, in her words, "You're far too flexible to have these symptoms" So. I have got these symptoms, and I am that flexible, therefore I get referred. Woo, and, indeed, hoo.
Another amusing thing was me describing my inability to sit still cos it hurts so much (I wriggle about like a naughty child and bite my lips lots) SO she said 'Okay, what painkillers do you take?'
I was like, 'Painkillers? I don't.' (Because I was brought up that a. You just DON'T and b. Masking the pain doesn't help you avoid it. I only ever take the 'killers for migraines, cos they make me go blind and throw up otherwise.)
So she sporked a little at that. And told me to take aspiri HOLY FUCK! sorry..fuse just blew, and when our fuses go it sounds like a gunshot, and I just nearly jumped out of my skin!..where was I...er, yeah, aspirin.
I think I inherited a high pain threshold. Everyone in our family laughs in the face of pain.
Today i was using a 5 pound lump hammer on the anvil, and on the backswing I smashed a finger between the sharpest piece of metal ever and the hammer...but just kept working (after yelping) . Gary was like 'I think you've cut yourself' so I said 'Yeah, I know.'. Him: 'You wanna go get a plaster?' Me: Nah, I'll finish up, it'll be okay. ::short pause:: Him: Ok, everytime you hit the anvil, blood is spattering everywhere. Go get a plaster." Heh. I didn't think I'd cut myself that badly! but i'd taken a neat gouge out of my knuckle. Eew. So I finished up and stuck a bit of masking tape on.
I don't trust medics.