For needles, it's story A and losing a loved one is story B. A) [[[GROSS ALERT]]] In February this year, I had an ingrown toenail and it had gotten to the point where stubbing it would make it b***d really bad, and so it needed to get removed. I got 2 numbing shots and they got to work. About 7 minutes later, the numbing WORE OFF. 2 shots later, it happened again. And again. And again. And then they were finished. 5 minutes later, IT WORE OFF. Imagine tossing a fork in the oven for an hour, taking it out, drenching it in hot sauce and hand sanitizer and impaling your foot with it and that's about how bad it hurt so uhh not good at all (P.S. they put me on pain medicine so strong after that that it made me HALLUCINATE PATTERNS.) (P.P.S. The nail still hasn't healed even a little bit,) B) When I was little, I was extremely empathetic - if something happened to somebody, I put myself into their shoes - I always took it super far, If someone got slapped on the wrist, I'd imagine something like I got a rock thrown at my head. When someone in my family died, obviously I didn't know WHAT to imagine so my brain shut down and I now have several mental conditions because of it (and I don't feel comfortable sharing their names because I know several ppl here that I know IRL and they might use it against me or something)
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