I’ve broken an arm, neck, and a leg. I’ve had gall stones (actually worse that the others). I had kidney stones and was being constantly asked my pain level and was just on my phone and calmly said ‘seven’ and they didn’t believe me, until they got the CT results of the three 7-9mm stones lodged my ureters. The nurse was confused and I had to explain to the doc on call they needed to remember that things are all relative. Once they saw my BP edging toward stroke level, they brought out the meds.
It is complicated to be honest in medicine, isn’t it.
Look up Douglas Adams’ puddle analogy?
“If you imagine a puddle waking up one morning and thinking, 'This is an interesting world I find myself in — an interesting hole I find myself in — fits me rather neatly, doesn’t it? In fact it fits me staggeringly well, must have been made to have me in it!"