I recently read this article about a woman in Atlanta suffering from a flesh-eating disorder having been infected by a bacteria that secretes deadly toxins which kills skin cells, especially the fascia, which is a tissue underneath the actual skin. This disease is called nectrotizing fasciits. According to wikipedia, it can definitely kill you easily and it can only be treated through skin grafts.
According to the article, the girl didn’t want to use painkillers during her skin graft treatment. She says it is because she wanted to endure the pain or it makes her a hypocrite to her own beliefs during the time she researched about morphine and other painkillers.
When you have a flesh-eating disease, do you still continue to hold on your pride because that’s all you have? Dude, you have your family worried sick about you and you want to inflict pain on yourself? Don’t you know that what hurts you hurts more the people worried about you?
Well, it seems that she’s serious. Based on the article, the first painful session of skin grafting was concluded WITHOUT any painkillers. This girl is something else. But then, it raises the question in my head that why should she uphold her pride in such circumstances. I don’t really understand people, but all I know is that to survive, one must know the limits of pain. The human body can only handle so much pain. Skin grafting involves many sharp objects and a bit of scraping, so I don’t want to imagine that.
But man, it would be senseless if she dies from pain from the operation designed to help save her life. How ironic.