This is one of the few more painful things I have thought about over the years. I’m sure it would be rated pretty high on the VAS pain scale. Seriously, its bound to be excruciatingly painful. That wooden spike has to be hammered up into you enough to where you can be ‘posted’ upright upon it.
Imagine the start of the spike being lined up just before someone uses a mallet to start pushing it through you (a real pain in the perineum). Slowly and painfully, inch by inch, the gravity of the world brings you down to your death. Leading up to and the start of the spike going into you is the beginning of the human pain experience…your death being the end of that pain experience.
Imagine this being you living through a pain experience; with one caveat: after the ‘death’ of your pain experience….you as a person do not die, and continue on. You have full remembrance of what you just went through. We all have our own spikes that ‘impale’ us. Sometimes when we look back, we realize that huge wooden spike that when experienced, you wished nothing but for it to end, was just a splinter stuck in your finger.
There are sometimes physical identifiers of pain. Like the giant wooden spike going through you (yet somehow not managing to kill you, this time), there would be broken bones that healed and scars abound. Some would be superficial and some (like well healed broken bones) can be hidden deep within. No matter how much one represses the memory, a part of it remains. Your body should know just enough of it, to hopefully have that never happen again.
Alive or dead, share a splinter or a spike.
Think of one (yourself or one you know) who has been through a pain experience: did they have scars or broken bones? Name one.
Then also remember, that they were someones patient. And each patient we have, will come with their own pain experience whether they show it or not. And we all have been and/or will be someones patient too.