| When I was a teenager I decided to try an experiment. I would never cry out in pain again. I don't remember what lead to this decision, but I do remember weeks of conscience attempts at pressing my lips together at stubbed toes and rolled ankles when I would have otherwise given a healthy yell. The habit stuck.Ever since I've officially been a Pain Denier. I don't take Aspirin for aches as I'm too busy pretending they don't exist to simply reach for the pill bottle and put myself out of my misery. It frustrates my husband to no end when he sees me grimacing on the couch and he asks for the millionth time, "have you taken Tylenol" and the inevitable, stupid answer. Any sudden brute trauma I experience is usually met with narrowed eyes and a deep breath. I gave up acknowledging pain. It's kid stuff.The first time I gave birth I took my obsession to a new level. I decided to learn self-hypnosis so that I could fully overcome any pains my body felt without having to succumb to the tr |
