Ranking the Pain of Stinging Insects
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@blondie said in Ranking the Pain of Stinging Insects:
Brilliant writing. I wish other pain scales were so descriptive.
Conversation I had with one of my partners:
"So I went to see Mrs. Jones after her total knee replacement, and I asked her, "On a scale of 1-10, how bad is your pain? Is the epidural helping?"
"IT'S a 10!!! Epidural isn't doing anything!"
"Hmm...sometimes, unfortunately, these don't work as well as we'd like. Since it's not doing anything, I'll have the nurses turn off the pump and I'll be back in the afternoon to check on you."
Hours later.
"TURN IT BACK ON!!!!"
Yeah, pain scales are, of course subjective, and sometimes silly.
Whenever someone says "My pain is a 10," I would ask them - "So this is exactly like someone cutting your leg off with no anesthesia? It's like that? Because in my book, that would be a 10 - the most unbearable pain imaginable."
"Well, maybe not THAT bad..."
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I remember hearing about the bullet ant from the Amazon.
Here is an article that talks more about it.
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Schmidt index only measures pain intensity. Kings of Pain take it further and index intensity, duration and damage. Check out Season 1 episode 8 with the giant Asian centipede and Season 2 episode 6 with the horrid king assassin bug. The bullet ant (season 1 episode 7) in their index did not rate as high as on the Schmidt chart.
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I wonder which particular version of the Loving God designed all these little bastards.
Because I'd like a word.
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There are videos on Youtube from Jackass style content providers, of doing the bullet ant ritual with the gloves. It doesn't seem fun. I wonder whether the stories of the native tribes using it as a rite of passage, are apocryphal, and it's all a big joke on western blowhards.
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I don't know where the common or garden British wasp sits on that list, but as a kid I once had a very unpleasant experience when the guy next to me stood in a nest at scout camp. He arguably had it worse (he was screaming at the top of his lungs), but I was covered in the bastards. I would have liked to be able to say something poetic, but for some reason I couldn't focus. I do remember the cub-scout master was rather taken aback by some of the language I used during the mad dash to the river.
