I’ve always had a high tolerance to pain, ever since I was a child.  When I was a kid and my mom took me to the dentist to get a couple of fillings done I INSISTED on having my dental work done without the Novocaine shot.   WHAT?you’re saying.  Yes, no Novocaine or anything before the drilling because I HATED shots!   So there I was, all of maybe six to seven years old, having my dentist drill straight into my teeth and I didn’t flinch.   Needless to say he as amazed.  He told me stories of grown men who’d have tears in the corner of their eyes and that was still after the Novocaine shot was administered.

One time I did have to get a shot, for whatever reason, and it took my mom, two nurses and the receptionist to hold me down for that.  Guess what happened?  The doctor shot the Novocaine into her own finger and I didn’t get any dental work done that day!  Woohoo!   High tolerance to pain. 

That must also explain why I have eight tattoo’s and am looking to have more work done, larger, on my back.   It doesn’t phase me.  High tolerance to pain.

My little six year old Snitch is the same way.  That girl, ever since she was little and could walk, would run into a wall or fall down and hit her head, the way toddlers do, and she’d spring right back up, rub the owie and say I’m OK!  and keep trucking.   Bruised or scratched, no tears.  High tolerance to pain.

Mister likes to tell people about the time he took her to get updated on her immunization shots in preparation for starting school.  The nurse said she needed five shots and a TB test then asked Mister if he wanted to do half today and half next week.  They asked The Snitch and she said No, do them all now.  (That’s my girl)  She got five needle shots plus the TB test, and blood withdrawn if I’m not mistaken. without crying or flinching.   She came home with a LOT of stickers that day!  (Kinda sucks huh?  They poke you and take your blood and all you get are lousy stickers?!  lol)

When we got back from vacation I had a doctor’s appointment scheduled for that Friday, The Snitch went with me.  In addition to the Strep Throat I had my doctor looking at me for I showed him a wart I had on my finger, he said he’d freeze it off.   I’m sitting there, on the table, and he’s dabbing the freezing crap on my finger and the pain is increasing with each dab.  Over and over and over again he dabbed and it stung.  With my Snitch watching I didn’t want to scare her so I kept a stiff upper lip and just dealt with the pain. 

The Snitch has a wart on the back of her hand that hasn’t gone away, I asked if she wanted me to call her doctor to have hers removed, she said No.  My doctor told her that it is her right to keep her wart if she wants to!  lol  Two days later she asked me to call her doctor to remove it because she didn’t want to start school with a wart.  

Yesterday Mister took her to get her wart froze off, like mine.  He said her doctor did the same thing, over and over again.    Not surprising, she took it like a champ, no flinching, no crying, no whining and no complaining.   Her doctor was astonished at her brave little patient. 

High tolerance to pain that girl inherited from her mom.  She makes me proud.  The only thing I worry about, I tell Mister, is that she’s is going to be the tattooed child of mine because of that pain tolerance!   Like mother like daughter.  I don’t have to worry about Drama Queen because she is the world’s biggest cry baby, softie!  lol She can bump her head and cry for ten minutes. That girl will never come home with at tattoo.  I guarantee you that.