In the past month a lot of people have commented that I have 'good pain tolerance'. After saying that, they feel free to dish out a little more.
But tolerance doesn't equate to minimal sensation, you know. My pain receptors are working just fine, and I'm good at crying silently, and oww...
When I know the pain is necessary - like molding my broken hand into a cast - then I know they just gotta do what they gotta do. I won't make it harder. Plus I know what it's like to be on the other end (like drawing blood): it's not easy doing stuff that hurts a patient, even knowing it's in their best interests.
So I endure. And I guess, my philosophy is that life is filled with suffering, and we can only endure.
But that's not quite true. There are things we can do to mitigate suffering. And call me an idiot, but I never, ever, ever considered that before.