You have my sympathy. Mine too was a eye injury, probably 10 years old or so jumping into a leaf pile with my friends. A twig or something must have gotten me square on the eyeball. The bad part was I had been warned by my parents not to play in the leaves so I had to pretend nothing was wrong. No pain medication, no drops from the doctors. And eye injuries don’t heal like skin injuries, it was excritiating for probably a full month.
Years later I had my first eye exam for glasses, the doctor looked at my eye and actually did a double take, “JTL, did you know a small chunk of your eye is missing?”
Since I’ve never had a bullet or large knife pass through me, been in a plane or car wreck, had any organs fail or birthed a big baby, it’d be a toss up between a particularly bad gout attack and shingles.
Cracking a molar in half. The best part was that I had to live with it over the weekend because I couldn’t manage to track down an emergency dentist.
A LEEP. That link makes it sound so civilized. My doctor used electricity to zap away some abnormal cells from my most private girly parts. No anesthesia, because I had bad reactions in the past.
My fourth eye surgery in two months. The first three were fine, but at some point your eyes say “Nuh-uh, no more for me!” and just react badly. I couldn’t do anything for a week but lie on my back and try not to see too hard.
What? I mean, really? How … ? Actually, I don’t really want to know. Uh-uh. Nope.
Ow. I am so sorry. I had a “roto-rooter” experience too, when my sinuses were 100% blocked. That was no fun, but at least I got local anesthetic to help out. Yeesh.
Isn’t that awful? It helps that the pain is localized, but still, it hurts like a muthafucka.
It didn’t hurt when I broke my hip. Still no pain when they put me on a stretcher for the ambulance ride. No pain when they moved me to take x-rays. The only pain was when the nurses had to weigh me before the surgery. Since I couldn’t stand, they had to put me in a sling. I’ve never yelled or cried (even during labor) but I whimpered like a little girl – “Hurry hurry hurry.” I thought I was gonna die, and I was on morphine.
Now I weigh myself every day. Next time I break a hip, they’re gonna take my word for what I weigh.
Although a few injuries I’ve had were probably more intense (and I have to say that stubbing one’s toe is for some reason incredibly painful) - the pain never lasted more than say fifteen minutes - so I’d have to say that feeling less intense pain but for a long time is worse. Specifically, feeling ill either from stomach pain or from feeling poisoned.
It hurt so much I completely failed to notice that the fall had also fractured my breastbone and a few ribs. I only discovered that months later when I was scratching an itch and found that my sternum and ribs had new processes and didn’t join up quite the way they did before.
psuedogout … at least you guys can modify your diet to prevent an attack. Mine happen and the only thing I can do is indocin and colchicine. 3d day on colchicine the mouth sores start, so I have to stop the colchicine and wait til the sores go away before I can take colchicine again …
Hey otaku - mrAru and I are going to be back up in Rochester next weekend, movie and Jay’s again?
I handle pain pretty well, but I have a stomach ulcer that flares up now and again that gets me. It flared up for an entire week once, I couldn’t move, breathe, eat, talk, or think. I spent most of the time curled up on the bathroom floor with my face pressed against the tile praying I would just die and get it over with. I comes and goes now, but I have learned to control it with better eating habits and water.
Drink lots and lots of water, it will make things better.
:eek: XJETGIRLX It hurts me just getting a pap smear, due to the position of my internal parts, but I suck it up. I don’t think I could suck it up for that!
I hear ya. There are a few things here, that I wouldn’t even have taken an aspirin for (and other things that just sound nasty). My wife and daughter tend to be wimps, complaining about stuff that just leaves me scratching my head. But then my wife did give birth to both our kids sans medicine, so she’s tough when she needs to be.
I have a very high threshold for pain but I get crippling migraine attacks. I cannot function whatsoever when I get them. To make matters worse, my medication makes me feel like someone is strangling me and I cannot breathe.
Since a few people mentioned bowling alley injuries, I also worked in a bowling alley in high school. One shift, a mechanic chopped off part of his finger. One of my coworkers helped him look for it, I chickened out and went to get ice for the aforementioned finger. They were able to fix it. I think he still works there.
For a couple of years, when I was around 20, after eating I would sometimes experience an hour or so of intense pain and pressure in my chest and abdomen. All I could do was lie in bed curled up with a pillow, breathing shallowly until it stopped. I didn’t have insurance or a doctor at the time, so I never had it checked out, and I haven’t experienced it at least 3 or 4 years, but man, I remember that pain.
Also, when I was 17 or 18, I decided to finally stop biting my fingernails. Well, I guess all those years of biting damaged my fingers, because when the nails started to grow out, every single one of them (both sides) became ingrown and infected. That was a fun few weeks, and involved going to the emergency room and having some of them cut open so they could squeeze my poor fingers and drain some of the pus. Ag.
Ah yes, I remember being punched in the throat in high school. Pretty nasty stuff.
1> Canoe trip. I accidentally sliced off part of the tip of my thumb with a very sharp knife while slicing hard bread. But that wasn’t the painful part.
When we got back on the water, Dickhead Druggie (a friend of someone else on the trip who no one else wanted to come, but you know how that works…) started grabbing our canoe and shoving it backwards. Well, building momentum is the hard work of canoeing, so I slapped at his hand with my paddle. He grabbed my bandaged hand where it was holding the canoe paddle and squeezed my thumb against the paddle with all he had (and he was a roofer). I literally went blind from the pain. Then he peeled my hand off the paddle and started to pull me backwards and sideways out of the canoe. I blindly swung the paddle at him with my other hand, he easily blocked it, but it caused him to let go.
2> Laying in bed with my psycho then-wife. She rolls over the other direction, then comes back hard, complete 360 degree twist, slamming her knee directly into my groin with every ounce of strength and momentum she could muster. Out of the blue, for no reason. Did I say she was a psycho? Well wait for it…
While I’m in a fetal position, tasting blood and thinking about going to the emergency room, she starts to apologize. Her usual psycho litany about how it was an “accident”, she didn’t mean to do it, blah, blah, usually ending in… in mid sentence, she turns from apology to yelling at me for “being mean” to her.
Because she’s apologized, and I’m still pretending to be in pain. :eek:
This post is somewhat TMI. Read at your own discretion.
Back in August, I stayed in Greece for a couple of weeks. On the next-to-last day there, I ate something (it may have been unpasteurized cheese) that gave me a gastrointestinal virus. A couple of days later, I started having diarrhea (along with a fever). Then came the abdominal cramping. Oh. My. God. I was, honest-to-God, clawing the bathroom walls because I was in so much pain. It would come in waves. I’d be sitting on the bed, trying not to pass out or puke, then I’d need to get up and sit on the toilet. I would sit for 10 or 15 minutes just holding my stomach, rocking, groaning, sweating, and praying it would pass. Really and truly one of the worst experiences I’ve ever had. I went to the hospital after another couple of days (which wasn’t the most fun experience, either, but at least it got rid of the virus).
Abscessed tooth, hands down. That hurt so bad I could do nothing but lie there and moan incoherently until, hours later, the dentist killed the root. Damn, that hurt.
Back spasms (many times over the years, including fallout from a herniated disc – three times!) a not-very-close second.
This is nothing compared to the experiences in this thread (especially considering it was voluntary), but getting my tongue pierced was some pain of incredible intensity, though thankfully shortlived duration.
