Personally I have an insanely low tolerance to physical pain. Therefore, I generally do anything I can to avoid it1. As luck would have it, these past weeks have not exactly been conductive to my peace of mind.
First I get some serious cramps from my period. Dry-heaving can be so much fun at work… Next, I (once again) forget that my arm is much too sensitive to stand any type of draught, so my right arm starts hurting like hell. But then I suddenly decide that I’m going to evolve and jump headfirst into… things. Either that, or my arm pain made me delirious.
Me: It hurts, therefore I demand sympathy.
Dad: It’s your own fault, really. I told you to take care.
Me: I still demand sympathy.
Dad: Fine… I know it hurts a lot.
Me:… and you know the best part? I’m having a tooth extraction tomorrow.
Dad: You can always call the doctor and tell her you can’t make it.
Me: But the bad tooth is on the other side.
Dad: I see. This is like the part where the doctor tells you to eat on the other side. So you cross the street and eat there.
Me: EXACTLY!
How do you react to pain?
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1 … such as grabbing onto the door, when I’m being forcefully dragged to the dentist.
… then sarcasm low, kthnxbai.
Despite having a very good memory, I hate to remember things. It’s such a stress: I sometimes fantasize about forgetting my work computer’s password, needing to go at the sys-admin and ask for it to be reset. Oh the humiliation!
This is why I hate signing up for anything. Needless to say: I often end up signing up for stuff anyway. Such as to an online IT shop, to order a birthday present for a work colleague.
Imagine my pleasant surprise, when right below the large red “Buy now” button, there are two phone numbers I could order from. So I call, and even though it was past 8pm someone does pick up and doesn’t tell me they’re closed for the day. I’m starting to have faith again… or am I too hasty?
Vera: Hi! Is this onlineshop?
Sales guy: Yes, good evening. How may I help you?
Vera: I’d like to buy product xyz please. Could you also tell me if it’s possible to get it by Friday? I live in city name.
Sales guy: Oh yes, we should get it by Friday, don’t worry. Have you placed an order online yet?
Vera: Um no… but I thought I could do it by phone too. I don’t much like to sign up for anything.
Sales guy: yeah… I’ll never understand why people want to order stuff online. Maybe when we’ll be a more civilized country things’ll change.
Vera:
Sales guy: well bye, we’ll be expecting your online order.*CLICK*
I could only stare at the phone. Was I actually mocked because I followed the instructions on their site?! I so wish I had had the courage to smugly point out that I develop sites like the one he so smugly uses, on a daily basis 
And the best part: I receive a text message the next day (after placing the order online), that the product was out of stock so my order was canceled. Such professionalism, I think I might just faint from the ecstasy of it all. 
Do pseudo tech guys act all high and mighty elsewhere too?
… or what would happen if I could conduct IM conversations with myself.
Sometimes I truly wish I had a device which could record my thoughts. Especially while at the dentist. I’d certainly never run out of blogging material. 
DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!! Feel my pain!
Ok no… you don’t REALLY need to feel it … especially since you’re near a deadline… again… but WAAAAAAAAH!
No. No! NOOOOOOOO! I’m going to kill youuuuuuuuuu! Sadist woman!
Er… SCRATCH THAT! Having the dentist faint while that bloody THING is in my mouth: Just no!
I don’t appreciate sarcasm… or pity… or anything really, right now. So FUCK YOU!
OK, let’s back-pedal there a bit: I DID NOT JUST THINK THAT!
OW! I
saidthought OW!!
Amazingly enough, at the end of each torture session I manage to very sincerely thank her and make another appointment. I’m a constant source of surprise, even to myself.
So… how do you like your dentist? 