They do numb the skin/soft tissue and the hard part of the bone, so when he stuck the needle in it didn’t hurt, I just felt a weird sort of pressure – if he moved the needle at all, my hip moved with it. Sort of like having a handle screwed into your hip.
Then he tells me to get ready. Now I have a high tolerance for pain, and I was prepared (or so I thought) for it to hurt a lot (“a lot” being the worst pain I could imagine at that point, and my imagination was blown away by reality), and I started deep breathing exercises. But when he pulled the plunger, I screamed. The scream just tore out of me – I was already screaming before I realized I was. I’m sure you could hear me through the closed door and clear down the hall. I can’t even really describe it – it felt like sucking, but I have nothing to compare it to to get across how much that sucking hurt.
After that was over I started sobbing, which is the only time in my life that I’ve ever cried from physical pain. Oh, but we still needed to break off a bone chip from that hip (which hurt like hell and was still significantly less painful than the sucking), and do it all over again on the other hip. :eek:
I’m a young man in my twenties, and I’ve never had any really major injuries or illnesses. The worst pain I can think of was when I dislocated my kneecap as a teenager. Reading this thread makes me want to die young.
As I was reading this post, I heard a sound. “Huh…huh…huh…” Apparently it’s the sound I make while whimpering and trying to push my fist down my own throat simultaneously.
Skydiving with a sinus infection. It was my first time, and so I yawned to equalize the pressure on the way up, as it hurt like hell.
Had I known how bad it would be and how fast it would increase on the way down, would never have gone that day, would have taken the forfeit and tried another day.
The doc kept trying to give me opiates for shingles, but I never filled the prescription- there was never any pain or itching of any kind- just this nasty looking suppurating rash that didn’t cause any sort of sensation at all, and a fever and chills…
I’ve had a nail all the way through my foot, a shattered elbow, a red-hot wire through the fingernail to relieve the pressure underneath after smashing it with a hammer (a 3-foot fountain of blood–nice), chemotherapy, sprained ankle, car accident, bad bicycle accident, second-degree burns over most of my face, and lots of other fun stuff. But none of them were in the same league as these three:
Number three most painful was when I had moved from 7,200 feet altitude to near sea level and developed nasty recurring nosebleeds. The doctor numbed my nose and cauterized the whole inside of it. No problem until the local wore off a couple of hours later. Agonizing.
Worse than that, at number two, comes flying on a commercial airplane with an ear infection. The doctor told me that was an amazingly stupid thing to do and I’m lucky I didn’t rupture both eardrums.
But THE most painful?
Yep. That’s the one. The big old drill going down into my hip bone hurt a bit, but when he pulled that plunger up I damn near blacked out.
Go ahead and break my arm, but DO NOT make me go through another bone marrow biopsy!!
I’ve posted these before, so hopefully I remember them correctly:
I had to have a Fissure/Hemorrhoid-Ectomy once. This was before I was diagnosed with OSA, so when they gave me the anesthesia, I stopped breathing. It was also decided that I was allergic to Morphine as well, so no painkillers during the procedure. I woke up early, still in the operating room. I felt like I’d just sat on a running chain saw.
They finally gave me Demerol, which wore off when I got home. On Thanksgiving Day.
I had to have some steroids injected into the bottom of my foot for Planter’s Fasciitus. I didn’t know that the foot doctor was going to follow the nerve with the needle. “You might feel a little uncomfortable”. No shit.
An ear infection that festered until my ear drum had to be popped. The Doctor used something similar to what I use now to check my blood sugar. I thought I was in pain until he inserted the gun and pulled the trigger. That one made me faint.
I can’t claim to be 100% happy with it because the results didn’t meet my expectations. My expectations, however, were not realistic nor were they what I was informed I should expect; they were more on the order of a fantasy of regaining what I could expect when I was a teenager: pretty unrealistic, in other words. However, the pump has never failed to do what it is supposed to do nor has it ever failed to enable me to do what I wanted to do. Since the alternative was to forget about intercourse altogether, the pump was a welcome option. I’d sure hate to have another one installed though.
Jaw osteomyelitis (infection of bone and/or marrow) subsequent to widom teeth extracted – after a “recovery” that included a bout of trigeminal neuralgia (or Tic Douloureux) and progressive pain and swelling over a month’s time. When I finally drove in from work one afternoon for emergency surgical debridement, I was screaming in the car to myself – it seemed silly to a detached part of me, but I couldn’t seem to stop, either. When I awakened following the procedure, my sternal area was bruised from trying to escape the chair whilst unconscious.
I’ve vomitted from pain a few times, nothing much there. I’ve asked god to kill me a few times from pain (I’m even an athiest), but this is the only thing that has ever made me pass out from pain.
I was probably 17 at the time (possibly 16) and was coming down with a sore throat. Nothing to get excited about, until I woke up the next day. My throat was swollen at least two inches out on my left side; I could not open my mouth; I could not talk; I couldn’t do anything. So my father decides it would be good to take me to the ER.
Arrived at the ER, throat, head, everything pounding. The nurse takes a look at me and sits me in a room. The DR. comes in and asks if I am having trouble breathing. I basically give him a death look.
Well my tonsils are swollen so bad that it has partially closed my air passage and is causing incredible pain.
The DR decides that we can wait for the specialist to come in. He MUST drain my tonsils. As he explains what is going to happen, shockwaves roll down my body.
The tip of the needle enters my mouth and I know exactly what is going to happen. As he punctures my tonsils, a shockwave greater than a nuke rolls down my body, everything goes black, I stop breathing, I stop thinking, I stop living. I have never felt anything like that in my life. I recall waking up with the nurse cursing wondering why there is no smelling salt in the room. . . .
Back labor-yowza, until I got the drugs
Ruptured appendix-15 years ago and I can instantly remember the pain
Emergency hysterectomy after aforementioned labor-40 staples, tyvm
Egg retrieval-I was knocked out for the actual retrieval, but when I woke up I was bloated to probably 3 times my normal size and had the worst cramps of my life, writhing ensued
When I was 11 or 12, I spilled a pot of boiling water on myself. Second degree burns on both legs and one wrist, also a lesser burn on my stomach.
That was probably the second most painful experience.
The most painful was, during the subsequent hospital stay, when they peeled the dead skin off the legs. That hurt so much, that I begged them to postpone doing the same to the wrist. (Thankfully, when they did the process on the wrist the next day, it hurt much less.)
Abscessed tooth and root canal were nothing at all in comparison.
