Childbirth, Broken Bones, and My Vicodin Vacation: Momma Data on the Mend
Basically I've become my 4 year-old who still hasn't mastered basic life skills like dressing and buckling a seat belt. So Momma Data will be on disability for a spell while I try to follow the doctor's orders while staying clear of my own real-life suburban episode of Celebrity Rehab.
Childbirth v. Broken Bones
On a scale from 1 to 10 how bad is it? Don't you hate that question? Compared to what? Catastrophic injuries. Torture. My worst migraine. Pitocin-induced contractions. Breastfeeding with mastitis and bleeding nipples. Sitting in pain I couldn't help but wonder how to accurately answer the question. As someone who's spent hours, days noodling over the wording of questions on health surveys I didn't know how to respond.
But while I'm not sure what constitutes a "10" on my personal pain scale and hope to never encounter it, I've now had the opportunity to refine the scale. Broken bones have replaced childbirth on the higher end. Who knew.
Maybe the pain meds made me lose my perspective. Is childbirth the holy grail of perceived pain? What do you think?