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<blockquote data-quote="witzend" data-source="post: 80981" data-attributes="member: 99"><p>Wow, this brings back memories of my own childhood. When I was about 7, I reaped the benefits of never brushing my teeth and a water system without floridization. (sp?) I got a <em>lot</em> of cavities, and had them all filled. I can count at least twelve in my mouth that I had done in a few months time. At first it wasn't so bad, but when they got to the ones in the back and had to give the novocain (sp?) in the muscle, I cried. My dentist was an old git and he didn't like kids. He'd start to sweat all over his face, and say "It's not that bad!" and tell my mother that she needed to calm me down. I hated that! It <em>did</em> hurt! And of course my older brothers and sisters might be in the other room, and it became "She's such a <em>baby</em>!" </p><p></p><p>My family was awfully strange that way though. When I was five I fell and broke my arm quite severely. I was put to bed and passed out at 3 in the afternoon because they weren't sure that they should take me to the doctor. It was plain to see what had happened. When I was 7 I tripped down the stairs and tore all of the ligaments out of my foot. My dad made me walk twice to get him a snowcone across two baseball fields because he thought I was making a scene when I limped the first time. Of course, the next day it was the size of a football and purple. "So what? I was wrong!" He'd never even looked at it.</p><p></p><p>I think that because of those things, I tend to either not say anything about chronic pain, and to try to reemphasize acute pain, depending upon the situation, as though people won't believe me. </p><p></p><p>WG, I think that you do well to let her scream it out. I wish someone had said to me "I know it hurts. I'm sorry." once in a while. Maybe I wouldn't be so freaked out about pain now if they had.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="witzend, post: 80981, member: 99"] Wow, this brings back memories of my own childhood. When I was about 7, I reaped the benefits of never brushing my teeth and a water system without floridization. (sp?) I got a [i]lot[/i] of cavities, and had them all filled. I can count at least twelve in my mouth that I had done in a few months time. At first it wasn't so bad, but when they got to the ones in the back and had to give the novocain (sp?) in the muscle, I cried. My dentist was an old git and he didn't like kids. He'd start to sweat all over his face, and say "It's not that bad!" and tell my mother that she needed to calm me down. I hated that! It [i]did[/i] hurt! And of course my older brothers and sisters might be in the other room, and it became "She's such a [i]baby[/i]!" My family was awfully strange that way though. When I was five I fell and broke my arm quite severely. I was put to bed and passed out at 3 in the afternoon because they weren't sure that they should take me to the doctor. It was plain to see what had happened. When I was 7 I tripped down the stairs and tore all of the ligaments out of my foot. My dad made me walk twice to get him a snowcone across two baseball fields because he thought I was making a scene when I limped the first time. Of course, the next day it was the size of a football and purple. "So what? I was wrong!" He'd never even looked at it. I think that because of those things, I tend to either not say anything about chronic pain, and to try to reemphasize acute pain, depending upon the situation, as though people won't believe me. WG, I think that you do well to let her scream it out. I wish someone had said to me "I know it hurts. I'm sorry." once in a while. Maybe I wouldn't be so freaked out about pain now if they had. [/QUOTE]
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