tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post2761624962504756746..comments2023-10-31T15:39:09.651+01:00Comments on box elder: Straw ear-rings # 1Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09764296105901909328noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-41051326170129337172010-11-16T19:06:54.677+01:002010-11-16T19:06:54.677+01:00An excellent read. Don't delay with the second...An excellent read. Don't delay with the second installment. 35 years ago I'd just moved from Watford so I've been trying to recall the High Street jewellers, especially ones with bespectacled elderly proprietors!<br /><br />And a cliche alert is meant to be given BEFORE the cliche, not after. Too late now!Dickhttp://patteran.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-64047828486821629822010-11-16T18:44:51.059+01:002010-11-16T18:44:51.059+01:00It was in the days when doctors make house calls t...It was in the days when doctors make house calls that I, at 15, was given a tetanus injection at the same time my younger cousins were having their booster shots given by the pediatrician. He remarked, while giving me the injection, that it was nice to give an injection to someone who wasn't a screaming child: at which point I fainted and had to be carried into the den and laid on the couch. For years after that I had shots (er -- jabs) lying down.20th Century Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11432147267959308192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-69398594667289818202010-11-16T09:28:52.296+01:002010-11-16T09:28:52.296+01:00There's an interesting threshold here - betwee...There's an interesting threshold here - between necessary and unnecessary pain (or, if you like, disgust). I was fascinated by my daughters' willingness to endure unnecessary sensations regarding ear-studs. Where does the impulse come from? Vanity? Peer pressure? Proof of something that in fellas would be called manhood? Because to me it was unnecessary it was therefore inexplicable although there was also a tiny hint of revulsion. When my mother revealed that she could no longer remove her wedding ring that too revolted me. A sense of confinement.<br /><br />Necessary pain at the dentist or during phlebotomy is quite the reverse. I can't pretend I enjoy it but I enjoy my ability to resist it, not to go all wobbly. Also to explore myself as it happens. During dental hygiene there are moments when the drill de-clags the front of the bottom teeth and seems to get frighteningly close to the nerve within. But is that pain? I conclude it is primarily apprehension of pain. I suppose this is going to sound like boasting but the fact is I couldn't have submitted myself to lobe piercing simply because I didn't need to. Tattooing the same. I'm not against self-decoration and I know there are certain shirts I feel more - for want of a better word - manly wearing. But there is a finite level of decoration I don't care to exceed.<br /><br />But this doesn't quench my curiosity. Some gold studs, positioned above the eyebrow, appear to screw directly into the skull. Can this be true?Roderick Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16828395545197001637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-12505721330933447532010-11-16T01:51:55.422+01:002010-11-16T01:51:55.422+01:00It is a more practical solution than clip ons, tha...It is a more practical solution than clip ons, that always hurt. <br /><br />I respect anyone who at least tries to be brave with icky/puncturey stuff.Zhoenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03515663141425057088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-78839987873975654382010-11-15T20:39:43.222+01:002010-11-15T20:39:43.222+01:00i muck about with blood on a daily basis (when i&#...i muck about with blood on a daily basis (when i'm employed, that is), and yet my own makes me woozy. still, i have never in my life fainted. come close, yes, but not all the way into oblivion. mr. monkey, however, faints at the slightest provocation (speaking of edwardian ladies, of which he is neither edwardian nor a lady, but hey, if the shoe fits!)<br /><br />i had my ears pierced when i was 8 or 9, and i remember feeling like i was the last girl on earth to get them. we were in austria, in the throes of immigrating to canada, and it was done by a lady who had been a nurse. she froze my ear with an ice cube and put a sterilised needle through my ear and into a raw potato. there was some reason for the potato but i cannot, for the life of me, remember what it was. i did not faint.the polish chickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09929281676865641560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-32798244124581485722010-11-15T20:23:40.453+01:002010-11-15T20:23:40.453+01:00I always had a problem with the process of drawing...I always had a problem with the process of drawing blood. Something about the needle going into the vein would cause me to have the fainting response. I had a nice doctor explain to me one time that there was a name for this reaction, I don't remember it though. He said the way to avoid fainting is to lay down when they draw the blood and not sit up until the flushing feeling goes away. Amazingly enough I finally outgrew the reaction somewhere in my 40s.Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00612222403725370656noreply@blogger.com