You’re the only one 🙂 .

Worst pain episode for me was the shot of Novocain or whatever the eye doctor used near my eyes prior to performing radial keratotomy on my eyes [i.e., pre Lasik’s]. Very intense but short.

Come to think of it, I can’t recall a single time when my parents had colds, or really an infection of any kind.

Yeah. When I was studying KF, I came down wrong on my left leg and my knee flexed about 70o sideways. As I lay on my back the class came around of course and my friend Julio looked down
“Herger, you OK?”
“No, Julio. I’m not OK.” delivered flat.

Several guys picked me up and carried me back to M. Sing’s office where he applied acupuncture – you don’t say no to the boss-guy. Very interesting as he used about eight(?) needles and the pain lessened with each one.

Just an FYI, he had licenses, commendations and such covering one wall so I’m sure all his equipment was of the best. I didn’t feel so much as a pin prick, those needles were so thin. Some of them he worked in a good half inch. Kind of a little wiggle with a downward flex and when released, the needle pressed down.
He did them in crossed pairs.

A skunk is noxious, yet it’s in perfume. That reference to ‘just a sensation’ is towards my ability to just ‘look at it’ rather than experience it as pain. As close as I can explain. As for “yogi master” – it’s just practice.

A tale of pain:

During one stunt show, I deflected Tom’s stave thrust and bounced it into my face. Tom is a 6’2″ boy who weighs 250. It broke my upper left small incisor inside the gum. We taped our shows so I have a VHS of my head ricocheting backwards. Kinda cool to watch happen to yourself. To elucidate, I can pretty much ignore pain but that doesn’t stop you from getting your brain rattled.

One rule I had was that if you hurt someone, *you* were not the person to approach. Tom saw the hit and forgetting, stepped up to me to see if I was OK. I was concentrating on keeping the dizziness under control and I don’t know if I saw or heard him but when he got close I jammed a palm heel strike to his chest, bouncing him back a couple paces. I finished the show with my eyes trying to cross.

I got my step-son to drive me home and when I got there Sam, my 95lb Doberman/Samoyed guy, jumped up to say hi and accidentally punched me on the nose.

More dizziness commenced and I told Ben to take Sam for a walk before I killed him.

Comedic ending:

The break in the root was about even with the bottom of the nostril and had to be yanked out. Dawn was a good dentist but she was only five-foot-little and try as she might she couldn’t get it out.

So she reached over and flipped the N2O to 100% (I said I wasn’t stupid – and I like N2O ), climbed up onto my chest and started tugging to and fro and yanking, eventually getting it pulled.

By the end we were both laughing our asses off.