But, It Realllyyy….. Hurts (#69)

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     I was doing some work around the house this week, when I accidentally hit my thumb with a hammer. It really hurt, but to be honest; maybe I did make too much of it. My wife looked at where I hit myself, and gave me one of her looks that seemed to say, ”Is that it? For all the noise you were making, I thought you just suffered a horrifying, chainsaw accident!”

     I have to admit that my wife handles pain a lot better than I do. I don’t know if it’s true, but most women seem to have a higher pain tolerance than men. My wife gets a cramp in her leg that could cripple a horse, and she limps around the house without a word. I get the same cramp, and I’m messed up for hours, ready to hit the emergency room, and eating ibuprofen like they’re candy. For years I took kickboxing classes, and would sometimes spar in the ring with women. I was taught that with smaller opponents, you have to learn to hold back on your punches. Once, I was in the ring with a tough and determined woman, who despite her small stature was giving me some pretty solid shots. I’m a big man, and fairly strong. One of my punches accidentally landed with it’s full force on her stomach. As she doubled up slightly, I stopped, and asked if she was okay. When she got her breath back, she said, “Let’s go. I have five children, and the last one was born with a head the size of a jack-o-lantern. I think I can take the pain of a few punches.”

    Have any of you ever been in a room full of men and women, when one of the guys spills something hot on himself? What happens when he starts making a fuss, and whining to everyone about how much it hurts? If you guessed the women rush to his aid, you’d be wrong. Most likely, you’ll witness complete silence among the women, knowing looks to each other, and slight nods of their heads. If you could read all their minds at that exact moment, you’d probably hear the same thing; “Big Baby.” I was wondering about something. Do women ever get back aches? It seems only men wander around like The Hunchback of Notre Dame, holding their lower spine, acting pitiful, and complaining? I should know. I’ve been doing it all day since I lifted that bag of sugar the wrong way this morning. I know what your thinking, but, it realllyyy…… hurts.

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About Patrick Dykie

I'm a simple, middle class family man, living a quiet life in eastern Pennsylvania with my wife and two sons. I love to write and make people laugh. During the day, I'm an account representative, and at night I'm working hard to be a writer. I've faced some things over the past few years that have slowed me down in my dreams, but I have always been an optimist. I also have a love of life, and believe it is a precious gift. I wish you all well on your own journeys.
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9 Responses to But, It Realllyyy….. Hurts (#69)

  1. I hate to generalize, but I find that women are more stoic than men when it comes to pain. Although I’ve known some pretty awful women hypochondriacs… Still, the men I’ve known were not ones likely to “suffer in silence.” They also like to share their pain. When I’m not feeling well, I like to be alone. My ex wanted to be in the middle of the family so he could be “babied.” Very hard to maintain compassion in that situation, let me tell you…

    • I agree with you about stoicism. Personally, I can take a lot of pain. I think I just regress back to when my mom kissed and bandaged my boo boos. My wife definitely doesn’t need as much attention when shes sick.

      • Yeah. I made sure to care for my son, but not coddle him when he was ill. I think my ex’s mom babied him when he was a kid, too. My son is more on the stoic side when sick.

  2. Harry says:

    Women do not understand mens pain is greater than theirs.

    They don’t even understand man flu.

  3. colonialist says:

    It hurts me to admit you’re right.
    You hurt me! *looks round for sympathy*

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