This update is fucked.
I’m posting this primarily for sex workers who are going to be majorly at risk because of this bullshit, but honestly, I would suggest everyone turn on ghost mode or just delete the app.
My face is having uncontrollable spasms. Great. It hurts really, really, really bad.
I think part of why I have trouble explaining pain to the doctor is when they ask about the pain scale I always think “Well, if someone threw me down a flight of stairs right now or punched me a few times, it would definitely hurt a lot more” so I end up saying a low number. I was reading an article that said that “10” is the most commonly reported number and that is baffling to me. When I woke up from surgery with an 8" incision in my body and I could hardly even speak, I was in the most horrific pain of my life but I said “6” because I thought “Well, if you hit me in the stomach, it would be worse.”
I searched and searched for the post this graphic was from, and the OP deactivated, but I kept the graphic, because my BFF does the same thing, uses her imagination to come up with the worst pain she can imagine and pegs her “10″ there, and so is like, well, I’m conscious, so this must be a 5, and then the doctors don’t take her seriously. (And she then does things like driving herself to the hospital while in the process of giving birth. Probably should have called an ambulance for that one!)
So I found this and sent it to her. Because this is what they want to know: how badly is this pain affecting you? Not on a scale of “nothing” to “how I’d imagine it’d feel if bears were eating my still-living guts while I was on fire”.
I hate reposting stuff, but I’ll never find that post again and OP is deactivated, so, here’s a repost. I can delete this later, i just wanted to get it to you and I can’t embed images in a chat or an ask.
I appreciate this description!
They should hand this out every single time a doctor asks this.
In February I had to have emergency surgery to have my gallbladder taken out. It was so bad that the doctor said if I had waited I would have been dead in 24 hours.
When I first arrived at the hospital, I described my pain as a 6….
“Your favorite medical examiner wants you to eat something this evening, understand?”
Natalie tries to wean Nick off the blood and onto regular people food, but it doesn’t go well.
Oh course you had to spit that out, Nick. That looks nasty. Come on guy, no one said you needed to cook your own dinner. I mean, have you ever cooked before? I’m guessing not. The last time you would have even needed to eat you barely had access to spices, if at all. You wouldn’t have even tasted sugar or vanilla. The last food you ate was probably nasty as hell.
Geez order a pizza or some pad thai or something. Find a waffle house. Have some hashbrowns and some crepes. Tacos and a milkshake. I dunno. Anything but that semi-edible hockey puck you’ve got there.
I don’t know why the internet has such a hate-on for spiders when cockroaches are a thing that exist. I mean spiders are shy and they eat pests, while cockroaches…are roaches. They’re evil and gross and disgusting.
The spiders and I have an accord. They stay in dark cool places, like under the sink and at the bottom of the pantry, and out of my bed, and they get to live. But I just found a teeny tiny one crawling up my arm in my bed. Tbh I wasn’t even mad. I got him in a cup and took him to the bathroom to put him under the sink when….”You motherf*cker….”
A giant freaking roach just chilling on the bathroom floor. The roaches and I have no accord. Their agreement is, I see you, you die. End of story. As was the end of this one’s story. I can handle a little lost spider. But a giant roach? You gonna die.
The Paradox Machine 