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I’ve gone through my life so far considering myself to have a fairly high threshold for pain.
I figure the female body was built for child birth and so anything that isn’t childbirth really doesn’t hurt in comparison right?
Well last night while my incredibly honest fella was pulling tape off my back (think giant plaster being ripped off a rather large surface area of skin - ouch) he alerted me to the fact that I was a total wimp and that I was not actually the bad ass I thought I was when it came to pain tolerance.
I attempted to argue with him for a split second and then, as I had flashbacks of recent events, realised that he actually might have a point.
Lately I have experienced pain in a number of different forms, and to be honest, they all hurt like hell.
A bung hip and back that have rendered me a tad useless and been the bain of my existence for the last 3 months. The only exercise I am allowed to do is walk (although I’ve been naughty on occasion and done what I should not have out of pure exercise boredom.) Yes, I’m the one hobbling round like an 80 year old woman and wearing flats, if you see me, come say hi.
Laser treatment. I mean the reason why I’d be getting rid of body hair is fairly obvious, I’m going to be in Europe for the summer and who wants to waste minutes shaving when you could be exploring!? Now, I’ve had many a girlfriend complete laser treatment, stating at the time that it didn’t hurt one bit and now they are walking the planet all hair free and happy and good for them. Me? Well, I may have squealed a little mid laser. If anyone was out in Reception at Caci, they may have thought I was being tortured. Don’t fret ladies, it’s me, it’s not you. I’m a wimp. You’ll be fine and hair free in no time.
And last but not least, and only because I’m too fair and not hairy enough to have laser be effective ‘down there’, I got a bikini wax. I understand this is as common for ladies around the planet as applying makeup daily, but for me, a lifelong shaver, it was a shock. The poor Beautician didn’t know what the heck was going on. I’m sure I probably made her worry about her waxing technique what with all my squawking and whimpering and laughing because of the pain. How is this a normal thing for so many women? I thought to myself at the time, its horrific!!…It was probably in that moment I should have considered the possibility that it was me that had the pain threshold of an ant as opposed to a grown woman…
Summary? Obviously I’m someone who likes to be prepared. I’m prepping for a holiday that is only happening in August!
Another takeout from my recent musings goes something like this – pain is an individual thing whether it be physical, emotional, whatever, and if it hurts, it hurts. What hurts me might not hurt you, and vice versa. Everyone has their own reality, and so yes, I might be a bit of a sook (take out the ‘might’, I think it’s been proven that I AM), but I’m going to own my whimp status and if it’s hurting me, you’ll know about it. After all, it’s important to let people know how you are feeling, even if they are sitting in Reception minding their own business and have no idea what the heck is going on.
Posted: Wednesday 20 April 2016