Luckily their pain tolerance is insane. My son was rolling around on his stomach less than a week after heart surgery (at 6 months), while my wife's response to going into labor was, "This is it?"
Yes, pain tolerance is hard to nail down. What one person feels is debilitating, another might think of as a minor annoyance. Come to think of it, that may be why I find ibuprofen to be superior to opioids. A little pain is a small price to pay compared to the side-effects.
I'm fairly intolerant to pain... on the other hand I have a very fast metabolism for anesthetics... When I was around 20 years old I had surgery on my left knee for reconstruction of a tendon after an accident... the surgery finished around 7 pm... the doctor told me I would be unable to move my legs until midnight and that I should be able to stand up the following morning.... I was able to walk before 10pm
I'm fairly intolerant to pain... on the other hand I have a very fast metabolism for anesthetics... When I was around 20 years old I had surgery on my left knee for reconstruction of a tendon after an accident... the surgery finished around 7 pm... the doctor told me I would be unable to move my legs until midnight and that I should be able to stand up the following morning.... I was able to walk before 10pm
Very good liver. Probably means your alcohol tolerance is high as well!
People with (natural) red hair seem to have diffrent reactions and tolerances to anasthetics, pain, pain relievers, etc. or maybe y’all are just doppelgängers
People with (natural) red hair seem to have diffrent reactions and tolerances to anasthetics, pain, pain relievers, etc. or maybe y’all are just doppelgängers
No red hair here but my a great grandmother is from Scotland so I may have the genes!
In an amazing display of grace and awareness, I have stubbed the same toe every day for the last five days extremely hard. The last one actually broke my toe. It freaking hurts.
In an amazing display of grace and awareness, I have stubbed the same toe every day for the last five days extremely hard. The last one actually broke my toe. It freaking hurts.
@ThacoBell I can sympathize with that. Was it on the same object by any chance? We had one of those top of the stairs banisters for the railing that caught many a little toe when growing up. I had a toe crushed in the workings of a tractor as a kid (result-one less joint), and mannn, you ain't kidding, hurt is right. As I recall there was not much to do for the small bones of my toe, but hopefully your break is better able to be fixed. What did your doc say about repair?
@Zaghoul A heavy wooden dining table, a heavy wooden chair, a couple walls, etc. I am not a graceful man. I didn't go to a doctor for it though. It wasn't a dramatic break, so I taped it up.
@Zaghoul A heavy wooden dining table, a heavy wooden chair, a couple walls, etc. I am not a graceful man. I didn't go to a doctor for it though. It wasn't a dramatic break, so I taped it up.
You've got to be a male. I swear I'd try to butterfly bandage a severed artery before I'd go to the doctor!
@Zaghoul A heavy wooden dining table, a heavy wooden chair, a couple walls, etc. I am not a graceful man. I didn't go to a doctor for it though. It wasn't a dramatic break, so I taped it up.
@ThacoBell Alrighty now, no more joking about my 6 and 8 dexterity ogres for you. IIRC, that's all they did for me at the emergency room for my toe, "We can't fix it, but we'll tape it up for you."
Shoot, I could've gone your route and saved the time and money.
@booinyoureyes: That's the thing. My field is kind of all over the place.
I started out studying modern Chinese politics and I wanted to go into foreign policy. My thesis was about Chinese Communist Party rhetoric and all the ways they defended the government's human rights record. But three years of studying Chinese propaganda and hearing all of the absurd justifications the Chinese government had for its human rights abuses left me jaded and miserable. I hated reading about people doing bad things and getting away with it.
I didn't want to keep going, but my parents convinced me to at least finish out my master's degree, even if I didn't have the enthusiasm to do a doctorate at Columbia (and you really do need enthusiasm to do an intensive doctorate program without dropping out ). So I finally got an advisor in my field, Andrew Nathan, and crammed about half of the work for a two-year thesis into the space of two months just so I could get out as quickly as possible.
I went home to San Antonio and started volunteering at the homeless shelter. I worked as a teaching assistant for the Job Readiness Training program and ran the computer lab in between classes. Mostly my job involved technical support, teaching people how to use computers, helping people apply for jobs, and collecting data and doing other administrative stuff. The rarer but more satisfying part of my job involved speaking to people one on one and giving them advice and encouragement on pursuing their dreams.
We managed to help dozens of people find jobs in the 15 months I spent working at the homeless shelter--and not just the boring minimum wage stuff they too often felt resigned to accepted, but jobs they actually wanted. The irony of me having trouble finding a job for myself has not been lost on me.
The program got canceled under very weird circumstances--we never received an explanation why, despite multiple attempts to get that information from the director who made the decision--and suddenly we were out. My mom convinced me to go back to school to study computer science. My brother had majored in English and then went back to school to get a degree in computer science, and he had done very well by it, so presumably the same would work for me.
Little did I know, by telling my old supervisor that I was going back to school, I accidentally sent her the message that I would not be available to work for her at her new job. By the time I finally reached out to her and told her how much I wanted to work with her again, she had hired new people and didn't have the funds to hire me.
To my complete surprise, studying computer science was awful. I had always found it fascinating--maybe half of my friends are programmers and I love hearing them talk about it--and I had long meant to learn more about it for strictly practical purposes, but the reality felt very different. Java was not a hard language to learn, and I was re-learning math that I had enjoyed learning high school ~10 years prior, but it just wasn't how my brain worked, and I had no real research interests in the subject that would have guided me in the future.
And every time I sat down to study, I was reminded of the fact that I was studying computer science for the sole reason that my previous two dreams had turned to ash in my hands. My brother did well in computer science because he had loved coding since he was in middle school. But for me, coding represented the failure of my dreams. And I couldn't get that out of my head. Even studying easy math became almost physically painful. I didn't realize it could actually hurt to do something you hated.
My real dream has always been to write, hence my post in the "topic for happiness" thread mentioning my almost-complete 4th draft of my novel (I added another 2,000 words just a moment ago). But I never really focused on that as a major career path because...
Well, imagine if your mother told you your biggest dream wasn't worth following for fifteen years straight. After enough repetitions, that idea sticks in your head.
I finally decided to turn to my brother for advice. He's pointed out multiple paths for me to take: a social media coordinator, a PR job, a teacher, an editor, a copywriter... all of them involve skills I've developed on purpose or by accident, and all of them would be really fun and rewarding for me. But I don't have the formal background for them, and my resume only really reflects the formal part of my training.
I can write anything, from creative works to hard-nosed academic writing. I can edit. I can counsel people on complicated problems. I can teach people who struggle to learn. I can tamp down personal conflicts and keep heated dialogue constructive. I can give speeches that captivate the audience. I can do academic research at lightning speed. I can create and edit beautiful work with Photoshop. I'm easy to work with, low maintenance, eager to please, quick to act, and loyal. I like people and they like me.
@semiticgod In a better world, you should be in Politics. But I guess in the World as of now, you wouldnt like it one bit (to much backstapping - pun intended).
You would do well in the scholarly world. Your skill and merit would make you a great teacher/professor - but it requires a doctorial and some brown nosing I guess...
@semiticgod wow, very interesting post. I will write a lengthier response after I have time to contemplate the background you shared, but I just want to tell you one thing: I also did a 180 degree turn (med school to law school) after realizing that my initial path wasn't something that I loved (or even liked). Doing something I hated, especially something that is already objectively difficult, made me feel hopeless about the future. Despite the recent set back, the change worked out very well; I love what I do now more than anything, and I am much better at it than what I was trying to do before.
Short message: some twists and turns actually work out in the end.
I know it's tough when you don't have the formal background for it @semiticgod - but I have at least been able to get into illustration without it. And from the list of skills you listed it sound like you would be really good at what I do have the formal background for. That is, to work as a communications officer or similar. The combination of skills in writing and image editing is always good there. I've gotten far just because I know plenty of Photoshop from drawing so much.
And then there's Plain language and just text editing. I do a lot of proof reading as well as this. Taking someone else's text and just rewrite and restructure it so it will be much more efficient. A fun thing to do when you like writing!
My son has a cold. Doesn't sound bad, but with his disability, any sickness can become serious with very little warning. Hoping that he recovers quickly. He just got over a major illness too.
Well, after almost 6 months of being jobless I finally have a job at a retail store! It's part time but no one shows up to work so I'm covering all the shifts to make all the money! Now I can stop worrying and being stressed over not being able to afford stuff <_< >_>
@Anduin: It's always hard when there's strife in the family, especially when it's coming from someone that's so close. I'm glad that you and your children have found some respite, even if it took so much effort just to keep them safe from the trauma.
You're a good man to give out socks to the homeless. A lot of people will be better off because of it.
Its certainly hard trying to manage a loved one's fragile emotional state. Know that you aren't alone in something like this and I send all my well wishes and prayers. If you need someone to talk with or just rant to, I'd be happy to help in any way I can.
@anduin Sorry man, Iknow that has got to be tough, on several levels. I went through something very similar, and it pretty much bites, for everyone involved. I truly hope your family can find it's way back to whole again, in whatever form that takes.
Nice beard by the way. Now put those trimmers away so they won't tempt you to start shaving every time ya see em.
@Anduin My wife went through a quite irrational period after the birth of our daughter, including explosions of violent behavior. All I can say is I had to endure the situation and protect both herself and the little ones until she returned to a more normal behavior. Nothing we can do but be there for them.
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I had a toe crushed in the workings of a tractor as a kid (result-one less joint), and mannn, you ain't kidding, hurt is right. As I recall there was not much to do for the small bones of my toe, but hopefully your break is better able to be fixed.
What did your doc say about repair?
IIRC, that's all they did for me at the emergency room for my toe, "We can't fix it, but we'll tape it up for you."
Shoot, I could've gone your route and saved the time and money.
Didn't get it.
Don't give up, @booinyoureyes.
What is your field if you don't mind me asking?
I started out studying modern Chinese politics and I wanted to go into foreign policy. My thesis was about Chinese Communist Party rhetoric and all the ways they defended the government's human rights record. But three years of studying Chinese propaganda and hearing all of the absurd justifications the Chinese government had for its human rights abuses left me jaded and miserable. I hated reading about people doing bad things and getting away with it.
I didn't want to keep going, but my parents convinced me to at least finish out my master's degree, even if I didn't have the enthusiasm to do a doctorate at Columbia (and you really do need enthusiasm to do an intensive doctorate program without dropping out ). So I finally got an advisor in my field, Andrew Nathan, and crammed about half of the work for a two-year thesis into the space of two months just so I could get out as quickly as possible.
I went home to San Antonio and started volunteering at the homeless shelter. I worked as a teaching assistant for the Job Readiness Training program and ran the computer lab in between classes. Mostly my job involved technical support, teaching people how to use computers, helping people apply for jobs, and collecting data and doing other administrative stuff. The rarer but more satisfying part of my job involved speaking to people one on one and giving them advice and encouragement on pursuing their dreams.
We managed to help dozens of people find jobs in the 15 months I spent working at the homeless shelter--and not just the boring minimum wage stuff they too often felt resigned to accepted, but jobs they actually wanted. The irony of me having trouble finding a job for myself has not been lost on me.
The program got canceled under very weird circumstances--we never received an explanation why, despite multiple attempts to get that information from the director who made the decision--and suddenly we were out. My mom convinced me to go back to school to study computer science. My brother had majored in English and then went back to school to get a degree in computer science, and he had done very well by it, so presumably the same would work for me.
Little did I know, by telling my old supervisor that I was going back to school, I accidentally sent her the message that I would not be available to work for her at her new job. By the time I finally reached out to her and told her how much I wanted to work with her again, she had hired new people and didn't have the funds to hire me.
To my complete surprise, studying computer science was awful. I had always found it fascinating--maybe half of my friends are programmers and I love hearing them talk about it--and I had long meant to learn more about it for strictly practical purposes, but the reality felt very different. Java was not a hard language to learn, and I was re-learning math that I had enjoyed learning high school ~10 years prior, but it just wasn't how my brain worked, and I had no real research interests in the subject that would have guided me in the future.
And every time I sat down to study, I was reminded of the fact that I was studying computer science for the sole reason that my previous two dreams had turned to ash in my hands. My brother did well in computer science because he had loved coding since he was in middle school. But for me, coding represented the failure of my dreams. And I couldn't get that out of my head. Even studying easy math became almost physically painful. I didn't realize it could actually hurt to do something you hated.
My real dream has always been to write, hence my post in the "topic for happiness" thread mentioning my almost-complete 4th draft of my novel (I added another 2,000 words just a moment ago). But I never really focused on that as a major career path because...
Well, imagine if your mother told you your biggest dream wasn't worth following for fifteen years straight. After enough repetitions, that idea sticks in your head.
I finally decided to turn to my brother for advice. He's pointed out multiple paths for me to take: a social media coordinator, a PR job, a teacher, an editor, a copywriter... all of them involve skills I've developed on purpose or by accident, and all of them would be really fun and rewarding for me. But I don't have the formal background for them, and my resume only really reflects the formal part of my training.
I can write anything, from creative works to hard-nosed academic writing. I can edit. I can counsel people on complicated problems. I can teach people who struggle to learn. I can tamp down personal conflicts and keep heated dialogue constructive. I can give speeches that captivate the audience. I can do academic research at lightning speed. I can create and edit beautiful work with Photoshop. I'm easy to work with, low maintenance, eager to please, quick to act, and loyal. I like people and they like me.
What can I do with that?
In a better world, you should be in Politics. But I guess in the World as of now, you wouldnt like it one bit (to much backstapping - pun intended).
You would do well in the scholarly world. Your skill and merit would make you a great teacher/professor - but it requires a doctorial and some brown nosing I guess...
Short message: some twists and turns actually work out in the end.
And then there's Plain language and just text editing. I do a lot of proof reading as well as this. Taking someone else's text and just rewrite and restructure it so it will be much more efficient. A fun thing to do when you like writing!
He's been a great inspiration to me.
May his soul rest in peace.
https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2018/03/14/professor-stephen-hawking-renowned-physicist-dies-aged-76/
@Zaghoul hear hear!
You're a good man to give out socks to the homeless. A lot of people will be better off because of it.
Nice beard by the way.