Owie, Ouchie or a Hurtie?

I’ve been trying to work out if I have an Owie, Ouchie or a Hurtie.

Before I continue let me clarify my scale of hurtiness.

The Owie.

This ranges from a bruise, tiny cut, bump, knock, tiny splinter, even a spot. It doesn’t hurt as such but it can be quite irritating. If you’re a kid this might need a plaster on it so you can benefit from the placebo induced happy “all better now” feeling.

The owie is the number one classification for the stubbed toe incident or: “OWIE! OWIE! OWIE! OWIE!”

The Ouchie.

Raising the pain stakes here. This can be associated with a nasty cut, like the jolly photo above. It covers anything you might need a plaster or pain killers for, cuts, scrapes, twinges, mild back pain, soreness from too much exercise and so on. More than just an irritation and something that will probably still be there when you wake up in the morning.

The Hurtie.

Here we’re talking extra pain. Big cuts that need a stitch, nasty bump on the noggin, twisted ankle, black eye, fracture, sunburn…you get the idea. The Hurtie is likely to be around for days or even weeks. Big Hurtie’s are the worst, broken bones, big fat stitches, hospital stuff. Not only are these irritating but they hurt like a motherf…well, you get the idea.

My History Of Owie’s, Ouchie’s & Hurtie’s.

I’ve had my share of Owie’s.

Splinters, cuts, the usual stuff kids get when they’re young. I’ve fallen in big piles of stinging nettles, scraped my knees falling off my bike – everyone told I couldn’t make the jump but I had to try.

Bumps and scrapes are part of being a kid, there was always someone at school with a plaster on their knee or elbow. And the good thing about scrapes is that you get to pick at the lovely itchy scab during a boring school assembly.

Even as an adult owie’s aren’t very nice. They remind you that even though you’re all big and grown you’ll still go to great lengths to show someone the mile long splinter that’s violently embedded itself into your little pinky.

Ouchie’s for me have come in all shapes and sizes.

I’ve had ouchie’s a plenty, like the time a patch of ice viciously attacked me on the way to school resulting in a full face slam on the road, much to the amusement of my helpful, sympathetic chummy friends. Otherwise known as “Aww man, epic fail.”

And there’s the time I slammed my own finger in the car door, not only did the ouchie come in the form of a big black fingernail but that unique feeling of stupidity knowing the door was closing, knowing my finger was still there in harm’s way, but being powerless to prevent my other evil hand from doing the slamming deed. Stupid evil hand.

I remember the ouchie’s that came from having a bunch of teeth pulled by the butcher – I mean dentist. Stupid over crowding teeth. Oh and the hilarious time when I had a house brick lobbed at my face, the result was a sudden absence of friends, disorientation and lots of blood. I have a nice scar on my forehead to remind me why toy shops don’t sell bricks and that construction sites are not playgrounds.

And now to Hurtie’s.

I’m quite lucky here as I’ve never been seriously injured. In high school I tore the ligaments in my ankle playing rugby. That was fun. The balloon style swelling and pretty rainbow bruises that stretched up leg failed to make up for the fact that my sports teacher said it was nothing, no big deal, no harm done, man up you pathetic turd…well, he didn’t say that last one but it was implied. He made me hobble around school all day.

Evil slave driving shit eater.

Shame really as I really enjoyed rugby up to that point.

The bizarre thing is that I had only 4 days off school and returned the following Monday with an old man wooden walking stick to hobble around on. A few months later a girl fell down the stairs in the school entrance and did the same thing. She was treated as a serious medical emergency – “OMG! Someone call 999! We’ve got an injured girl here! Get back! Give her space! MEDIC!!!!!”

She was carried off on a stretcher to a nice cosy ambulance, spent 2 weeks off school and returned with crutches, people opening doors for her and several tons of sympathy, cards and respect. How nice for her. Stupid chromosome discrimination.

On a side note – I’ve pulled the same ligaments twice more since that happy fun day and I have to say it doesn’t get any nicer. You’d think the human body would get used to that cracking wrenching feeling inside but it doesn’t.

Spike In the Butt Hurtie.

In my late teens I tried to jump a fence in my local town, misjudged the distance on the other side and landed arse first on an iron spike. Not exactly a proud moment. The pain was particularly bad but what made it worse was that my friends had to come and lift me off the spike – several minutes later when one of them noticed I was no longer with them. On the way to the hospital my pal driving the car was very concerned I didn’t get my nasty butt cheek blood all over his seats. I’ve got a nice scar on my left butt-cheek to remind of my inability to jump and measure distances accurately. It’s okay though, the scar looks like a bullet wound, so 10 macho points for me.

Big Toe & Bumpy Head Hurtie .

Other Hurtie’s include a nasty knock to the head whilst on a bus. I spent the morning chundering my guts up in the toilet at work, feeling faint and unable to focus. Just after lunch I asked the first aider on my team what concussion felt like. After answering his questions I was swiftly removed from the office and taken to the hospital. I’m pretty sure I’ve broken my big toe at some point after a trip down a flight of stairs, well, I say flight because it sounds like a stuntman taking a heroic tumble. Truth is the flight consisted of 2 steps which I misjudged and ended up flat on my face.

Stairs are fun aren’t they? Evil shit eaters.

My dilema – Owie, Ouchy or Hurtie?

You that funny feeling you get in a joint like an elbow or knee when it needs to crack? It feels stiff or sore and you straighten it, feel a crack and it feels much better after? About 6 months ago I felt the same thing in my thigh, kinda inside the inner thigh bit. It felt tight. I leaned sideways and felt something tug back into place. Ahhh much better. Guess it was a tendon or something. No big deal. I was probably sat cross-legged on the floor too long.

No pain for a while. But some weeks later I felt a sharp tugging pain in my left thigh, inside like it’s close to the bone, up high next to my chap and his supporters. I stretched a little and it hurt, a lot. It went away. Then came back. I figured it was just an age thing, hey I’m 36 now, maybe this is just one of those ageing body things.

Bit naive to think that really doncha think dear blog reader?

Being a man I put up with it. I’m not going to no doctor so he can tell me to massage it or put an ice pack on it.

Thanks doc. Never thought of that.

Me being stupid I collected a mental list of the pain.

  • Sitting at my desk too long, yep, numb and aching. Bit of an owie.
  • Walking too long, tight and hot and sore. Mid way between an owie and an ouchie.
  • Side stepping around something, ooh, yes, sharp stabbing pain. Yeah, that’s an ouchie for sure.
  • Laying on my back, knee up, bending leg to the left – HOLY MOTHER! That’s a hurtie right there!

The last couple of months it’s been a constant dull ache and sometimes I expect to find my leg has actually fallen off when I walk up the stairs. Dozens of times each day it reminds me it’s there by making me stop suddenly as the pain screams like a banshee. I’ve popped some pain pills now and then but they don’t really help much. A hot bath eases it a little but it soon comes back a couple of hours later, aching and stabbing me with a vengeance. Stupid leg.

So in a fit of anger at my idiot leg I remembered the internet is awash with self-diagnosis stuff. I trawled around a dozen websites and failed to understand cut away diagrams of ligaments and way too much medical terminology. I checked out a few video’s with athletes laying prone on a table whilst a sun-baked muscular guy leered at the camera. I couldn’t take the Yankee nasal drawl of the physiotherapist seriously – it reminded me of Homor Simpson.

I came to the conclusion that I either have some kind of localised zombie leg plague or a form of groin injury. The groin muscles are not very forgiving when it comes to strains. Stupid groin muscles.

Today I made an appointment to see my doctor. I’m not bothered about being poked and prodded, I endured that crap when I had my hernia op many years ago. I’ve even had the displeasure of the invasive finger up the jacksy prostate exam. That lasted about 8 seconds and I had sudden sympathy for cats and dogs and their deep-rooted fear of the thermometer up the butt routine.

What’s the moral of this story?

I figure I have a decent pain threshold. That’s not a boast. I’d have to be some of sicko to brag about taking pain like a champ. Actually there are 2 morals here. Firstly, my hurtie is pretty small league compared to child-birth, heart surgery, tumour in the noggin or any other sort of serious shit that wants to kill you. My pain has given me more empathy for anyone with a serious batch of hurties.

And secondly, it hurts, but that’s all. And in the great scheme of things, cancer, war, violence, poverty, disease and so on, I still have 99.99% of my health and for that I’m grateful. Some might say it’s all relative, and one person’s owie is another’s hurtie.

Like Joss, aka The Crowing Crone, who always says “Walk in beauty.”

I keep on going because you gotta laugh, right?

And now I invite you to share your Owie’s, Ouchie’s and Hurties!

23 thoughts on “Owie, Ouchie or a Hurtie?

  1. What about DVT?

    I think child-birth, is a bit more that “hurtie” I think the F word came into it some where along the line. And I didn’t cry, I screamed. You know that blood curdling scream
    that makes your toes curl in terror. Then they cut me without anasetic – that is why men don’t have babies. I should have auditioned for the film Alien!

    Hope you get your leg sorted soon!

    1. Child birth is certainly way more than a hurtie, but I couldn’t think of a decent word to describe what category it comes under. I admit I’m more than happy not to be a woman, the plumbing is rather high maintenance and I feel sick just thinking about squeezing out a human being!

      Men have it easy – well, apart from the Hurties!

        1. I can breath now! Just checked out some DVT info and I’m pretty sure it’s not that. This is certainly a muscle or ligament thingy. Docs on Friday for poking and prodding. Yay 😦

    2. I’m going to be extremely annoying now, and say that childbirth didn’t hurt me at all. No pain killers either time. My first labour, in hospital, was 3.5 hours (a daughter of 6lbs 8ozs). My second one, at home, was 25 minutes. After four contractions, my 8lbs 10oz son was born a week early, almost headfirst down the toilet. I think it is just as well I didn’t go on and have any more children, or I might have had only a 2-second warning and dropped the newborn in the middle of the supermarket.

      Whilst pregnant, I went on my exercise bike for half an hour a day, climbed hills, did gardening squatting with my feet flat on the ground, drank raspberry leaf tea, and various other extremely strange antics.

      1. I can just imagine catching a glimpse of someone in the supermarket, basket of groceries, magazine, waiting in line at the checkout…oh, and a new born baby tucked away somewhere that just popped out in the fruit n veg aisle!

    3. Carol Burnett once described childbirth (sans episiotomy) as being like stretching your upper lip over the back of your head. Being a guy, I don’t know how accurate that is.

  2. For my kids everything is an Ouchy. This single term covers the entire spectrum of all posible ailments. You know its really serious when you hear moaning and OwOwOw don’t touch me! So we are a bit in reverse 🙂

  3. This is so funny! Hubby always has a go at me if I have an Ouchie and I keep mentioning it (which of course I do) well I need the sympathy!! He’s always says it doesn’t get better the more you mention it! Well in my book, if he’s suffering with me it defo makes me feel better! Ha ha. Oh and btw I’m not receiving emails of your new posts! What’s going on?

    1. Share the pain and you’re half way cured! Not sure why you’re not being updated. Try going to to http://wordpress.com/#!/read or click the Reader tab, then where it says Blogs I follow click Edit List and you can see a list of all the WP blogs you follow and how you are notified of any new posts. My list took a while to open as I have a lot in there, but it’s worth trying as sometimes the settings get messed up from Instantly, to Weekly or Never.

  4. Great post! I’ve had various varieties of all three. I had a parotid gland removed about a decade ago and, let me tell you, that was a hurtie! The two days after the surgery I was convinced that the swelling was going to split open the skin on my face so I went to the emergency and had a needle inserted into my face to drain off some fluids. Not fun. I went to school the day after and was refused entry because I had all kinds of seepag and the bruising and swelling made my head look like a 30 lb. eggplant.

    As a kid I was prone to all kinds of ouchies, so much so that I was on a first-name basis with the ER doctors. When I got a little older and my younger brothers entered the “thinning of the herd by way of misadventure” I took them to the ER and introduced them to my doctor friends, passing the torch.

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