I used to be so honest about this. My lung collapsed, repeatedly and they had to carve up my insides and glue it to my ribcage with scar tissue after having a drain tube sucking out my thorax into a bloodbox for 10 days, so like, I have a threshold for “10” that is a bit higher than other folks, and I tried to explain that (this meme is about me apparently) and generally got zero drugs. Now they ask and I say “10” and they give me drugs. Lesson learned.
I’ve broken an arm, neck, and a leg. I’ve had gall stones (actually worse that the others). I had kidney stones and was being constantly asked my pain level and was just on my phone and calmly said ‘seven’ and they didn’t believe me, until they got the CT results of the three 7-9mm stones lodged my ureters. The nurse was confused and I had to explain to the doc on call they needed to remember that things are all relative. Once they saw my BP edging toward stroke level, they brought out the meds.
It is complicated to be honest in medicine, isn’t it.
I’ve luckily only had some broken bones, and there were not that bad. Like, sure, it sucked, but I could limp home with a broken arm, and even after surgery, I could leave the bed and go to the toilet with only non-opiate painkillers. I’d imagine “ten” is “one step from being unable to speak coherent words”, so quite a bit higher.
I used to be so honest about this. My lung collapsed, repeatedly and they had to carve up my insides and glue it to my ribcage with scar tissue after having a drain tube sucking out my thorax into a bloodbox for 10 days, so like, I have a threshold for “10” that is a bit higher than other folks, and I tried to explain that (this meme is about me apparently) and generally got zero drugs. Now they ask and I say “10” and they give me drugs. Lesson learned.
I’ve broken an arm, neck, and a leg. I’ve had gall stones (actually worse that the others). I had kidney stones and was being constantly asked my pain level and was just on my phone and calmly said ‘seven’ and they didn’t believe me, until they got the CT results of the three 7-9mm stones lodged my ureters. The nurse was confused and I had to explain to the doc on call they needed to remember that things are all relative. Once they saw my BP edging toward stroke level, they brought out the meds.
It is complicated to be honest in medicine, isn’t it.
I’ve luckily only had some broken bones, and there were not that bad. Like, sure, it sucked, but I could limp home with a broken arm, and even after surgery, I could leave the bed and go to the toilet with only non-opiate painkillers. I’d imagine “ten” is “one step from being unable to speak coherent words”, so quite a bit higher.