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Pain Thresholds
So, my mom broke her foot during sparring practice on Thursday. She felt it kinda go "pop," but she figured it was just a sprain or something, and kept going for a couple more rounds (having done almost this exact thing myself, more than once, I can say with confidence that it seems perfectly reasonable to ignore injuries when you're full of adrenaline. Ahhh, hormones). It got a little swollen that night, but she wasn't too worried. She went to work, and spent the whole day on her feet.
When I saw her on Friday night, her right foot was something like twice as big as her left.
"That is some serious swelling," I said. "I think maybe you should get an x-ray."
"Maybe I will if it turns purple or something," she said. "But I think it's okay."
Fortunately, she decided to have it looked at by a doctor today, after all. She drove herself to the clinic, got x-rays, was told that she had broken a bone and might possibly need minor surgery to fix it, then drove herself home and spent the rest of the afternoon doing housework and going up and down the stairs.
She asked me this evening how Jameson is doing, since he got his wisdom teeth taken out on Tuesday.
"He's okay," I said. "He's pretty uncomfortable, though, still. And he doesn't want to eat real food, so the ibuprofen is giving him an upset stomach."
Mom looked very concerned. "It's been almost a week. Don't you think he should be feeling better by now? You ate pizza the day after you got yours out."
"You know," I pointed out, "you and I don't exactly have a typical tolerance for pain."
She shrugged. "I guess not. Why do you keep rubbing the back of your hand? Got a bug bite?"
"Uh-uh. Ann punched me while we were doing partnerwork."
"What, in the hand?"
I nodded. "Pretty hard, too. My fingers all went numb for a little while, and it still kinda hurts."
"Hmm," Mom said. "Well, if it swells up or turns purple, I'm gonna make you get x-rays."
"I'm not worried," I said. "I'm pretty sure it went numb because she hit me between the bones. And anyway, I can wiggle all of my fingers."
Of course, Mom can still wiggle all of her toes...
When I saw her on Friday night, her right foot was something like twice as big as her left.
"That is some serious swelling," I said. "I think maybe you should get an x-ray."
"Maybe I will if it turns purple or something," she said. "But I think it's okay."
Fortunately, she decided to have it looked at by a doctor today, after all. She drove herself to the clinic, got x-rays, was told that she had broken a bone and might possibly need minor surgery to fix it, then drove herself home and spent the rest of the afternoon doing housework and going up and down the stairs.
She asked me this evening how Jameson is doing, since he got his wisdom teeth taken out on Tuesday.
"He's okay," I said. "He's pretty uncomfortable, though, still. And he doesn't want to eat real food, so the ibuprofen is giving him an upset stomach."
Mom looked very concerned. "It's been almost a week. Don't you think he should be feeling better by now? You ate pizza the day after you got yours out."
"You know," I pointed out, "you and I don't exactly have a typical tolerance for pain."
She shrugged. "I guess not. Why do you keep rubbing the back of your hand? Got a bug bite?"
"Uh-uh. Ann punched me while we were doing partnerwork."
"What, in the hand?"
I nodded. "Pretty hard, too. My fingers all went numb for a little while, and it still kinda hurts."
"Hmm," Mom said. "Well, if it swells up or turns purple, I'm gonna make you get x-rays."
"I'm not worried," I said. "I'm pretty sure it went numb because she hit me between the bones. And anyway, I can wiggle all of my fingers."
Of course, Mom can still wiggle all of her toes...
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