Just five weeks ago. I was housesitting and my mother happened to come back early. Stubbed my “ring” toe against a vacuum cleaner or some other crap in the hallway, and nearly bit my tongue off trying to keep from making too much noise. At 1:30 am I drank two bottles of wine just to kill the pain (don’t knock it – it’s actually good for controlling pain, sort of) and hit the sack.
5 or 6 weeks later, the toe is still black. At least I didn’t lose it, but maybe I should have.
No, but a lifetime of movies/TV shows with scenes of Nazi torturers (often with electrical devices) has left me with a permanent association of German accent and intentional pain infliction, so the doctor’s accent seemed particularly apropos. I can’t know if the pain was worse with a German accented doctor. It’s not like I’m willing to try it again with an Irish doctor.
You should probably see a doctor.
mine was about 8 years ago, with unrelenting pain from a pinched nerve in my neck that affected my head (constant headache) and my right arm ( unrelenting pain of 8/10.) I was out of state, so I consulted a doc-in-the-box. I held together well until the med assistant asked about pain and I broke down and cried. I think that was a point in my favor when I saw the doctor, who fulfilled my requests for Flexaril and Lortabs without delay.
Thanks for that – as luck has it, I’m seeing my GP this week for a check-in with my mental anxiety social retardation or whatever, and I’ll be taking my shoe off for sure. It still looks nasty. I couldn’t afford any fancy antiseptic, so I used gelled alcohol (Purell-type stuff) and it still looks nasty after almost six weeks. Don’t hurt, though, and is looking better. It was always a bad toe.
You guys will get this – nobody in my crew caught this one. “Ohhh, brack toe! Velly good!”
Last time I got runned over by a car was at 40. Hurt veddy, veddy much.
Two years ago. Insane killer take-your-breath-away muscle spasms in my back. Every 5 minutes, more often if I tried to do anything radical like move or yawn. Spent 3 days in bed on Flexoril and Percoset, spent the next year and a half or so with low-grade lower back pain that occasionally flared into spasms again, but nowhere near as bad as that first go-round. It still aches if I’m on my feet for too long, or if I sit for too long, but at least it’s not 24/7 anymore. Stretching exercises help a lot.
This is a sure thing. I haven’t had a bout with kidney stones in about five years…and that’s the last time I cried from pain.
Almost 2 years ago. Shoulder Surgery. I squeezed out a few trying to get in and out of a chair.
I had a pretty major tear when I had my youngest son, 5 1/2 years ago. I hadn’t had any pain medication for the birth, but they gave me an epidural for the stitches and it took them a few hours to get everything sewn up. Everything was fine for about a week, but my body does not react well to stitches and everything got irritated, then infected. Very, very painful, but still not tear-inducing. What did it for me was lying on the table in my GP’s office and having her pull about 35 of the most irritated stitches out with a pair of tweezers. I cried the whole time and she felt absolutely awful. That’s the only time I can remember reacting that way to pain as an adult.
ETA: I was 33.
One of two, both involving migraines:
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[li]every so often, I get a “super migraine” that no meds will touch. A few weeks ago, I had one of those. Leaning against the wall of the ER, holding a vomit basin, tears streaming down my face. It’s the unrelenting pain, I could handle childbirth sine I knew there was an end, with migraines you don’t know…[/li][li]second one, I had food poisoning and was vomiting violently when I heard something “pop” at the base of my skull and I could not straighten my neck. It immediatly tipped off a horrible headache that flooded from the back of my head. I thought I was dying. It took me four days and four trips to an RMT before i could turn my head. I did go to the doctor, BTW, just to rule out something more serious…[/li][/ul]
The first, I cried in the ER, away from my daughter, who worries. The second? On the guest room carpet…