High Pain Tolerance. Oh Yeah!
I am capable of being masochistic. :D As in cutting myself in various body parts, knocking out a tooth or maybe more, banging my head against the wall, and basically anything I can think of. I had my left big toenail removed a few moments ago. I feel a bit woozy because of that anti-tetanus shot the doctor gave me but otherwise, I'm okay.
We had a basketball game last Wednesday. Being that God probably wants me to stop aspiring to become an athlete (or at least a basketball player), I killed another toenail causing my whole big toe to be swollen for the next 2-3 days. By the second day though, I went to the doctor's. She prescribed me some meds and told me to come back on Monday (today) to see if she'll need to remove the nail or not.
As fate would have it, she had to pull the nail out due to excessive formation of a thick yellow liquid (a.k.a. pus) around the wound, underneath the now non-existent toenail.
She was surprised that unlike her previous patients with the same plight, I did not scream in pain or at least shed a tear. FYI: I've had orthodontic braces on, then had two wisdom teeth removed, had an enormous needle poked at my thyroid gland (that's a biopsy), and I've had to endure a 4-inch incision on my neck plus taste blood down my throat due to the preceding surgery. Getting a toenail pulled out is just one other thing on my list of supposedly painful experiences.
In less recent news, I had just celebrated my 18th birthday by indulging in food and sharing the gluttonous event with friends and family. Thus, I am slightly more overweight than ever and therefore doomed to be labeled as a pig come Wednesday during the physical fitness test for PE class. *bow*
I have also discovered that my apparent laziness may cause me to lead a life of starvation and homelessness in the filthy streets of Manila in the future. I badly need motivation. gah.
We had a basketball game last Wednesday. Being that God probably wants me to stop aspiring to become an athlete (or at least a basketball player), I killed another toenail causing my whole big toe to be swollen for the next 2-3 days. By the second day though, I went to the doctor's. She prescribed me some meds and told me to come back on Monday (today) to see if she'll need to remove the nail or not.
As fate would have it, she had to pull the nail out due to excessive formation of a thick yellow liquid (a.k.a. pus) around the wound, underneath the now non-existent toenail.
She was surprised that unlike her previous patients with the same plight, I did not scream in pain or at least shed a tear. FYI: I've had orthodontic braces on, then had two wisdom teeth removed, had an enormous needle poked at my thyroid gland (that's a biopsy), and I've had to endure a 4-inch incision on my neck plus taste blood down my throat due to the preceding surgery. Getting a toenail pulled out is just one other thing on my list of supposedly painful experiences.
In less recent news, I had just celebrated my 18th birthday by indulging in food and sharing the gluttonous event with friends and family. Thus, I am slightly more overweight than ever and therefore doomed to be labeled as a pig come Wednesday during the physical fitness test for PE class. *bow*
I have also discovered that my apparent laziness may cause me to lead a life of starvation and homelessness in the filthy streets of Manila in the future. I badly need motivation. gah.