I just got home from my weekly electrolysis session. For the past few weeks,
the Marquise de Sade my electrologist has been working on my neck. The hairs there are thick and bristly, and require an extra heavy-duty zap. <Not allowed>, it hurts! The EMLA cream I was using (2.5% lidocaine, 2.5% something else) wasn't cutting it, so I managed to find some Xylocaine (5% lidocaine). It is marginally better.
I was listening to a CD on my headphones and trying hard to keep my mind on the music and not on the pain, praying for the end of the CD to tell me that the session was drawing to an end. The disc ended and I re-started it for the last few minutes. The song was a real tear-jerker, and I was concentrating on the lyrics. Between that and the pain, the Marquise figured that the session was over when she saw the tears streaming down my face.
You know what? Crying actually helps with pain management!

The poor lady felt terrible that she was inflicting that much pain. I tried to tell her that it wasn't just the pain. The music contributed at least 25%.
Tune in again same time next week.