I was attacked one time by a cat.
It was a mistake, I am sure. I was holding her and petting her and a passing car backfired and scared her and she attacked me and I feared that she was going to kill me.
Housecats can be terribly ferocious fighters. I would never intentionally mess with one.
I have Trigeminal Neuralgia. There are times when the pain is so bad and so unrelenting that I think, if I had known about this ahead of time, I never would have had kids. Having kids means that killing myself is not an option.
I also had an appendicitis episode similar to Zyanthia’s, where they couldn’t get it out fast enough.
I had surgery a few years ago to repair the labrum in my hip, and the recovery from that was pretty awful.
But the TN is worst because there’s no rhyme or reason to it, nor is there anything that has really helped control it.
I’ve heard TN is called “the suicide disease” because the pain is so unbearable. I’m so sorry.
Yes, I actually know someone who killed himself last November as a result of this. :(.
I had a cystoscopy once. I screamed like hell.
The worst pain in my life was an spermatocele, aka a cyst in my ballsack. I could barely even walk for days. I’ve also had a scratch on my cornea, and the cyst was worse.
Pffft. When I was an infant, I had my foreskin hacked off with a knife. I couldn’t walk for a year. 
Both of mine are baby related.
First child, unmedicated back labor, which was bad, but bearable. A good long time in the shower leaning over a birth ball, got that sucker turned around. Then things were going along well until it was push time. The docs noticed the baby’s heartbeat was doing funny things with every contraction so they wanted her out now.
Cue the vacuum.
The OB was training another doc and the newbie tried to insert the vacuum. He failed to connect.
At this point the OB grabbed the vacuum took a scalpel slit my whoha a bit bigger (cue scream) shoved the vacuum in and pulled out a baby.
So I would say a scalpel to the vagina without pain meds is up there.
Second baby, back labor again (damn babies) unmedicated again, because apparently I didn’t learn the first time.
This baby didn’t want to turn, well he tried, but only got halfway around before he decided to head down the tunnel. You see baby heads are oval, the tunnel is oval and when the ovals don’t line up its like the head is twice as large. This leaves me screaming in pain in the shower begging for meds. Once I was medicated, the babe turned and was out in less than an hour with literally 3 pushes.
So that one had me screaming like I have never before, but ended with the sweet sweet drugs.
Ovarian cyst. Absolutely awful. Worse than childbirth, worse than the one relatively minor kidney stone that I had. It probably didn’t help that I had Medi-Cal at the time, and had to go to three different hospitals before I got one that would help me. (I wasn’t in my home county.) They gave me a shot of demerol. BUT it didn’t go away until awhile later, when I went to see a gynecologist and !WARNING! – !TMI!
She put one hand inside, one hand out, and popped it. No lie.
I’ve done…something to my back. When I stand I’m usually okay, provided I keep moving about. And when I lie down the pain isn’t too bad. But moving from one to the other? Jesus H. Titty-fucking Christ on a fucking bike it’s painful! At the moment I’m in bed and I’m effectively bedridden at least until the doctor turns up. Tramadol and codeine do absolutely nothing. They don’t even touch it. The only thing which has had any real beneficial effect so far is diazepam. I got a one-off dose from the doctor I saw in ER yesterday (oh yeah, I went to ER yesterday) and I’ve got a doc coming round today so I’m going to ask him for some more. Also, I’ve developed a severe curve in my spine that wasn’t there even a couple of days ago.
I’ve no idea what’s wrong. I’m going to book an MRI asap and hope that gives me an answer. But yeah. I reckon this is the worst ever.
I looked it up. “…one of the worst pains known to mankind.” Man, when they bring in the whole species you know it has to be bad.
Words probably can’t describe what you go through.
If you started a blog I’d read it.
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I have broken all kinds of bones, smashed and lacerated myself quite a bit, and dislocated fingers at the beginning of a rugby game only to keep playing until enough of a pause in play that I could get someone to yank them back into place.
None of that come anywhere close to kidney stones. I would not even bother posting this since so many people have said it, but I have some damn good information.
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CURE FOR KIDNEY STONE PAIN**
This may not work for everyone, but I get stones every couple of years, and when I do it is 4-5 hours of more than the worst pain imaginable. However, it drops to a mild ache within a minute if you vigorously jog up and down stairs. It seems that the pain is your body trying to get you to move around to pass the stone and stairs appease the fucking kidney demons.
You may not have thought you have the energy to do this for 4-5 hours, but unless you have some pain meds ending in -one or -cet on hand you will be able to. When you stop you have about 30 seconds before the pain hits you again. I personally have some high end pain meds left over from hemorrhoid surgery (not nearly as bad as kidney stones). So, take the meds, start a hot bath running, jog the stairs until the bath is ready and the meds are taking hold, then sit in a bathtub the rest of the day.
When I passed a kidney stone last year, I identified it thanks to previous similar threads, where kidney stones are often amongst the winners.
Tooth abcesses were distant second. The pain never stops, contrarily to kidney stones, but it isn’t bad enough that you can’t do anything but thinking of the pain.
Very distant third : sprained ankle.
I’m not saying you’re being untruthful, but I don’t understand how anyone could pull or push out an ovarian cyst. The ovary is at the end of the fallopian tube. The cyst would have had to travel through the tube, through the uterus, and then out the cervix, which is usually only open enough to permit menstruation (and conception).
I myself had an ovarian cyst, a rather large one. It grew from nothing to grapefruit size in less than a year (between checkups). I had no symptoms whatsoever, and had to have it surgically removed.
When I was three or four, I got staph infections on the backs of my knees, where the soft tissue is, and I had apparently compounded the problem by scratching the affected areas with dirty fingernails. It was high summer (I remember it being very hot and sunny the day my mother took me to the doctor), and I had to wear shorts in order to walk because I couldn’t stand any fabric rubbing up against my skin. The pain was so excruciating I remember the whole episode with absolute clarity more than fifty years later, right down the the jar of coal-tar ointment the doctor prescribed for me.
I believe she meant that the doctor popped the cyst, with one hand inside and one hand outside the body.
I once got a nasty gash just below my knee, and knew it would be a while before I could have it looked at. Stitches were in order, certainly. I cleaned it as best I could, then decided to apply a little alcohol just to be safe… because, you know, everyone says you should do that.
The problem is that I didn’t have any alcohol on hand. The only thing I had was Purell. After liberally applying it to the wound, I’d say it should be called PureHell. Alcohol evaporates quickly, so it only stings for a few seconds. This… just sits on the wound and makes you regret being born.
Never again. :smack:
My first kidney stone passed very quickly, just a few hours. My second one was in me for about a week. I did find that if I was still, the area would tighten up, much like a sore muscle, and then everything got worse. I spent a good chunk of the week pacing around my house and even mowing my lawn a few times. Luckily, I’m one of those people that get really wired on Percocets, so when the pain wasn’t mind bendingly awful, I could pop a few of those and do some yardwork.
When I wasn’t doing that, a heating pad on my back made the rest of the day somewhat livable.
This thread has harshed my calm.
I still find that odd. How did the doctor know it was a benign cyst? Mine turned out to be something called a "borderline lesion,"which is something like stage zero of cancer.
Regardless, I bet that treatment hurt like the blazes. Ovaries are as sensitive as testicles, just better protected.