Not Biting the Bullet

Bite the bullet

Accept the inevitable impending hardship and endure the resulting pain with fortitude.

To endure a painful or otherwise unpleasant situation that is seen as unavoidable.

To accept unpleasant consequences of one’s assumed beliefs.


There is a tendency to try to avoid biting the bullet. It is not something that is generally done with joy and people can go to great lengths to try to avoid biting the bullet. This can cause whatever the bullet munching scenario is, to get much worse. There is often a time window for biting the bullet and after that things can go badly tits up or pear shaped.

It takes courage to bite the bullet and not bury your head in the sand. It can even be an honourable thing to do. I suspect that both courage and honour are going a little out of fashion these days. People would rather win with dishonour than lose with honour, you see it on the football pitch and even now on the rugby pitch, where people fake stuff in front of the referee. {Oh dear, a bit of old-fart-mind has just made its way into this post.}

If I hadn’t bitten the bullet in respect of my cancer symptoms the T3 would have eaten through and I would have metastatic disease now, I might be nice shade of yellow. A more common example of biting the bullet stems from contraception malfunction, which has potentially life changing consequences. There is a time window in each of these cases.

Previously I was talking about predestination and if you don’t accept that completely, it follows that we have some responsibility for our actions and the consequences thereof. Which means that on occasion we may need to bite the bullet.

Having cued this up:

Have I ever failed to bite the bullet in a timely manner?

What were the outcomes?

Were they worse than they might otherwise have been?