Pain is a weird thing with such a great deal of variations. As I write this my feet hurt so bad I haven't slept in 3 days. Now the pain I am feeling has nothing to do with my Fabry (which is a burning in the toes and fingers, the only way I have ever been able to explain it is that it's like my blood is having trouble moving through my extremities and those lacking the blood are on fire waiting to be cooled off by the blood flow.) The pain I feel right now I can only assume is from basically giving myself a mild case of frostbite by paddling through multiple days of snow and then building a fire and thawing them out after hours of not being able to feel my feet. The joints feel like they are grinding together and the pads of each of my toes is somewhat numb to the touch with the feeling of pins and needles anytime they brush against anything like when I put them into a sock. For most of my life I have ignored pain. Anytime I felt like shit or was having problems due to Fabry I would drink some water, try and cool my body temperature and keep on going with my task at hand. I always felt like pain was a mental setback. When people say that some people have worse pain than others such as one person saying they have a headache and another person calling it a migraine, to me it has always been a matter of opinion. Everyone handles pain differently. I have been unlucky enough to know pain on a huge scale, from broken bones to my Fabry which has left me bed ridden at times. One thing I do know about pain though is that it is a temporary road block. I don't believe in taking pain killers even though with my condition I have had prescriptions to oxy codeine, because I know that at some point or another this will pass. That may just be me being hard headed but I grit my teeth and push past what I am feeling. The pain I have in my feet right is immense and I don't even want to walk but have to portage my canoe multiple times a day sometimes and I just do it slowly. I do what I can do and when I can't take it anymore I take a break. Next week I will hopefully be sleeping great and looking back at how dumb I was for letting my feet freeze up in the first place, and paddling in snow when I could have just been relaxing. I pushed the pace and now I'm paying the price. Live to fight another day.