And your whole body wants to protect it. What I find awful about broken bones is not the pain per se but the nagging paranoia that comes with it. One's body just seems to know that Something Is Not Right, and it becomes insecure.
I'd try to describe it with a pain scale of some sort, but the body just doesn't remember pain very well. I can remember that it hurt, and I can remember how desperate I felt at the moment, but not what it felt like in any meaningful way.
I guess I'd say on a par with dropping a big can of tomatoes on your big toe from a counter? I've broken and cracked ribs, closed a van door on a finger, and gotten a green stick fracture of my collar bone. I've always imagined that something big like a thigh, or something very nerve related like a back or a skull would be more painful, but I hope not to find out.
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And your whole body wants to protect it. What I find awful about broken bones is not the pain per se but the nagging paranoia that comes with it. One's body just seems to know that Something Is Not Right, and it becomes insecure.
I'd try to describe it with a pain scale of some sort, but the body just doesn't remember pain very well. I can remember that it hurt, and I can remember how desperate I felt at the moment, but not what it felt like in any meaningful way.
I guess I'd say on a par with dropping a big can of tomatoes on your big toe from a counter? I've broken and cracked ribs, closed a van door on a finger, and gotten a green stick fracture of my collar bone. I've always imagined that something big like a thigh, or something very nerve related like a back or a skull would be more painful, but I hope not to find out.