I wanted to write about pain, because I’ve experienced a fair bit of it in the last little while. Also, I felt I didn’t know much about it and it was time to learn more. My hazy view was that physical pain (‘ouch’) was part of the body’s warning system. Don’t do that again, or fix it, were the messages. Then there is the problem of the pain that comes from grief, the loss of a dear one, the ‘woe is me’ pain that seems to be with you forever until, at last you can emerge from the box and live freely again.
I didn’t have to wrestle with that issue for long. There is a global body, the International Association for the Study of Pain (IASP), which defines pain as ‘an unpleasant sensory and emotional experience associated with or resembling that associated with actual or potential tissue damage’. Note the last few words. Pain is a symptom of something else, an underlying condition. That’s what you have to fix. So I’m sticking with IASP. It simplifies things for me. Pain is why we go to the doctor, and if we don’t have the capacity to feel pain we tend to die young.
Of course, doctors and philosophers have been studying in from the beginning. Hippocrates thought it came from an imbalance of vital fluids. Avicenna thought it was one of the feeling senses, like touch and taste. Descartes thought it was a disturbance that went to the brain which then sent out the pain response. Recent scientific work has led to a great abundance of theory and practice, but I like the nursing definition, which is that ‘pain is whatever the experiencing person says it is, existing whenever he says it does’. This statement was made by a woman, not a man, but she made it in 1968.
In hospital nurses will ask you where, on a scale from 0 to 10, you would situate the pain you are feeling. Zero is no pain at all, while ten is the worst pain you have ever had. Although we all feel pain, and seem to feel it in the same way for the same reason, my 5 may not be like your 5, but it’s the best estimate we have. When I joined the Army’s national service training system in 1955 the first thing we had to do, even before picking up our military clothing, was to line up for ‘tet and tab’, one or two injections to guard against typhoid and tetanus. Young men, bigger and stronger than me, fainted at the experience. I’d had penicillin because I had previously contracted tetanus, so I was more or less used to injections, but they were rare at the time.
For what it’s worth my own 0 to 10 scale would go something like this. I’m thinking here of stomach pain, my usual problem. If you’ve had comparable experiences, see how your ranking squares with mine.
0-2 No pain at all, or something so mild that at two I only just notice it, and get on with other things.
3-4 Now the pain is irritating, but I can deal with it by finding something to distract me, like resting and hoping, or watching television, or walking around and muttering.
5-6 I need help, and go to find it. The trouble is that because of my relative stoicism the ordinary analgesics don’t work for me. Panadol is useless, as is Endone. I take codeine anyway to counter diarrhoea so its analgesic properties are already there. There is much discussion between me and the staff.
7-8 Now I am in real trouble, moaning and complaining. What will work is subcut (subcutaneous) morphine, but I have to go to hospital for that, and then there’s a long wait until a doctor agrees. But it works. Phew!
9 + Oh dear. Everyone is doing their best. Time passes in great hurt. Fortunately you forget it after the event. We can’t remember pain any more than we can remember pleasure. We can remember the event and the context, but not the experience itself.
11/10 Kidney stone. It is said that women in childbirth have the same sharp moment of acute pain, but they are pumped full of adrenaline to help them through, and they get a baby as well. Men don’t even have a kidney stone to show anyone.
So there it is. I learned a lot, and IASP and Wikipedia were a help, and are worth going to if you too would like to learn more about this universal and troubling phenomenon. Now to Phase Two in the story of my ureteric stone. If you haven’t read about Phase One, it is here.
My daughter had suggested that I have this done in the private system, so that it was done quickly, and I agreed. She also suggested that I have a night in the hospital after the even, just in case anything went wrong. I learned that the removal of the stone would be done by laser, not by ultrasonic explosion. I was not sure what the laser virtue was. The anaesthetist was cheerful, and I remember nothing much of the procedure. I was told that the stone was gone, but there would be a Phase Three, in two weeks, to remove the stent. This would be a five-minute operation, in and out on the same day.
Alas, something had gone wrong in the initial procedure, and once I came out of recovery the pain started and went up and up, to level 7-8. I could not have gone home anyway, and was grateful for my far-sighted daughter’s earlier suggestion. The RMO came in and I watched someone else fiddle about with the catheter, about which I am now full of observational knowledge. Alas, that didn’t work, and once again the surgeon came in very late at night, inserted a long steel device call an Introducer, gave it a twist to a great scream from me (he knew that was coming), said ‘There, that should do the trick!’ Suddenly the pain, all of it, just ceased. Whatever he had done worked. I almost passed out from the pleasure of there being no pain.
Thereafter it was simply a question of waiting until the bleeding stopped, which was three days. Men can see the colour of their urine, and each episode for me was a hopeful sign that the bleeding was diminishing. It diminished and I was allowed home. It is still diminishing, and by and large I am on the return track to relative stone-free health. But what an episode!
I am not sure I have real confidence in the outcome of Phase Three. But here’s hoping.
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Powerful writing about a powerful experience . Only humans, ( some of them,) are able to describe the pain that vulnerable living creatures must undergo in life. One of the reasons we read the classics, sharing in a common experience. So glad you are home again, Don, and sharing your experience with us. Best respects.
Are there plans for preventing a recurrence, Don? Many would swear by a tablespoon of unpasteurised apple cider vinegar morning and night, taken in water, maybe with some honey. I give it to my aging male cat to prevent the crystals forming that clog up his pipes driving him spare – no doubt a 7-8. Can’t hurt. I wish you well.
PS. My cat has 6 drops in his wet food twice a day, no tablespoons!
First and most importantly, I’m sorry for the pain you’ve endured. Your largely dispassionate, observational approach to pain was very interesting. The “ranking” technique for an individual’s description of pain is crudely imperfect – but all we have. Let’s hope this eventually changes. Get better, my friend!
Sorry to hear this. I recently experienced a 5-6 problem. A tooth had to be filled but turned out to be more damaged than expected. Unfortunately, the deep filling tamped a previously unrecognized underlying infection so it gave me hell all weekend, say a nagging 6. Panadol and Disprin reduced it to a 5 or maybe a 4 but it nagged on. On Monday the dentist and I agreed that it might need to come out but he first prescribed an antibiotic to ensure that his injection would successfully numb the jaw before the extraction. After another week of nagging pain, finally I got into the dentist’s chair and he injected the anesthetic. It didn’t work. He injected more. This went on for 45 minutes and it still hadn’t numbed the jaw. He suggested we leave it for another time. ‘No,’ I said, ‘it has to come out today. Have a go.’ He gripped the tooth with the pliers and heaved. The pain shot up to about a 7 and he stopped. ‘It hurt’ I said ‘but it also relieved the nagging pain. Have another go.’ Again I experienced a 7 of stabbing pain but after 5 seconds the damn thing came out. I slumped back in the chair. By this time the dental nurse and the young lady she was training were all of a flutter. ‘So brave’ someone said. But I was oh so glad to see the last of the blighter. As I bit on a bloody cotton roll, the pain had dropped to a 3, a pleasant pain that augured well for the future. And so it has proved; pain-free at last. (A pain experience but not in the same ball-park as a kidney stone).
Sorry to hear of your pain, Don, but fascinated with your analysis. Bravo!
I have been lucky, pain-wise in my later life and have suffered more when I was young and fit and probably more able to cope.
Mostly from broken limbs and bones that I didn’t get attended to because I was too far from help, didn’t wish to trouble the Flying Doctor, or because I was having too much fun anyway. Some of those problems I still “enjoy” on a daily basis today but mostly background stuff.
Those multiple broken noses from football etc don’t improve in later life either.
Good luck with Phase Three.
The problem with pain is not necessarily the magnitude, but the duration.
Beterschap Don, a Dutch word that wraps many good wishes into a single word. I am just coming to the end of Bill Bryson’s (latest?) book called ‘The Body – A guide for occupants. Like all his writings, very entertaining yet informative because based on sound research. A whole chapter on pain. It seems it is the least understood phenomenon in medicine. It seems that there is no ‘pain center’ in the brain. Also many interesting experiments on the effects of placebos. Happy to loan it to you. I played rugby at Joeys and the story of that day was about the captain of the firsts in the late 40s, I knew him because he was the permanent head of minerals dept when I worked for BMR (and we plied the sidelines of Daramalan rugby fields together because we had sons in the same team) and the story goes that a player came to him during a game and said “skipper, I think that I have broken my collar bone” to which he replied “we’ll discuss it at half time”. Cheers mate
LOL Medieval torturers had more practical knowledge of pain than we will ever have.
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