First, I write crime fiction; I can imagine a lot. “You mean like having a bayonet thrust through your navel then thrust upward to your sternum? Is that ten?” Well,
a. I don’t know what that feels like, and
2. If it hurts that bad, I’m probably too engaged to tell you about it.
How about a system that actually means something, that people can relate to? I am proposing the King Pain Scale, which may someday achieve the same level of acceptance as the Apgar test or the stages of grief.
1. I’m fine. Leave me alone.
2. I’m aware of it.
3. It’s sore.
4. It hurts.
5. It’s painful.
6. I’m in a lot of pain.
7. Hurts like a bastard.
The Sole Heir is about a year away from spending more money than most people’s houses cost to go to medical school, and she has this kind of a resource right here, for free. Go figure.