Not A Good Kind Of Hurt
It came to my attention at around 3:34pm this afternoon (give or take a few seconds) that I have a surprisingly large bundle of nerve endings and pain receptors located at the tip of my right hip.
This discovery was achieved through a complete lack of co-ordination and depth perception on my part, where I swung around the cash till at
Bentley and managed to quite impressively whack the tip of my right hip against the edge of the counter. What followed was a complete and total numbness that overtook most of my right thigh and almost made me lose bladder control. (And believe me, in retail work nothing is perhaps more important than maintaining proper bladder control in front of the customers.)
This numbess was quickly followed by a horrific prickling in my skin, as if hundreds of small maggots were writhing about. And that was followed my many colourful words hissed through my clenched jaws that really shouldn't be repeated in front of small children. It required another minute or two before I could stand upright and feel no pain.
It has often been thought, and is probably rather accurate, that most of the greatest scientific discoveries in history were done so by sheer accident or dumb luck. I'm torn between which of these two to blame for nearly losing bladder control during my work shift. Whether or not this same surprisingly large bundle of nerve endings and pain receptors also resides on my left hip I do not know currently, nor do I want to test to find out.
Today's Lesson: there is a fine line between pleasure and pain. Cracking your hip bone against the edge of a wooden counter clearly flings itself across that line into "Painful" territory.
posted by Phillip at 5:27 PM
