Can be physical or mentally
I think you need to separate the two. Being burned by fire produces very intense physical pain, but it usually doesn’t last that long. Mental pain can last for years.
Injured back doing this. No pain at the time (or else I would have stopped), but at 2 in the morning things had swollen to the point where nerves were getting compressed a lot.
Physical: 2nd-degree burn on my right leg around age 13.
Mental: Online bullying by former college classmates and others, a couple of years ago.
Physically: Infected gall bladder + 2 gall stones blocking my bile duct. I vomited 17 times before my emergency surgery. My only solace is that even while I was on death’s door I was still nice to people. I’ve never in my life experienced pain like that. If someone had offered to shoot me, I would have taken them up on it.
Mentally: A toss-up between my mother’s egregious emotional abuse, and my own miscarriage. Both were awful, in distinctly different ways.
Unmedicated transitional back labor with a stuck baby. For about three hours before they got around to my epidural. I spent those three hours wondering why I hadn’t passed out from the pain. Then the epidural made my blood pressure crash, so they turned it off. But labor had stalled. So they gave me pitocin, and the pain started all over.
I cheered when they said I was getting an emergency c-section.
The only time I’ve legitimately passed out from pain was when a nurse insisted on sticking a needle in my right arm over my objections. I have nerve damage there. The time before that, I basically went into shock and got to experience open derision from the doctor (for faking it, apparently) at the same time. At this point, I threaten to walk if they start pushing me on it.
But spending 30-45 minutes on the floor after the herniated disk in my lower back went out? Yeah, did that on multiple occasions.
Mentally? My whole marriage and divorce. I won’t ever forget or forgive the things she did, and I’m not just talking ‘mean’, I’m talking “poisoning my cat (he lived) and actively planning to kill me in my sleep” criminal behavior.
I’m really glad that’s over for you now.
Physical:
Having a catheter put in. It hurt like Holy Hell, but only for a few moments.
A Yeast Infection that went from my moobs to all the way down there. It was a low level but consent pain that lasted more that a week.
Mental:
Suffering from Major Depressive Disorder for most of my life. Death is the only cure.
Physically: untreated ruptured appendix. I lived alone, a few blocks from a “teaching” hospital*, where I staggered one night, in excruciating abdominal pain. They misdiagnosed me and sent me home, telling me to “come back tomorrow if it still hurts.” Throughout that night, I was delirious with high fever and extreme pain, constant diarrhea and vomiting, in and out of consciousness and praying for death. In the morning I somehow practically crawled back to the hospital and was immediately rushed to surgery … which was botched. I was hospitalized for two weeks; it took me two years to recover, and I still have a painful scar, even though his happened 43 years ago.
*Long Island College Hospital, which has since been mercifully closed.
Mentally: Physically, emotionally and sexually abusive father, exacerbating lifelong depression.
Yesterday was a bad day. I slammed the tip of my left ring finger in a door.
Earlier I clicked on a link taking me to one of my favorite websites, and there was an article illustrated by prominent photos of Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump.
Not sure which was more painful.*
*Not a political jab, just a reference to mental pain.
I had a cold once that caused me to cough so hard I did something to my back, leading to intensely painful spasms. In between the attacks I was fine, but when they hit I would roll up into a fetal ball. The emergency room doctor prescribed a muscle relaxant that fixed me right up.
A kidney stone a couple of years ago. Threw up for the first time in 40 something years.
Physical: Motorcycle accident with large amounts of road rash and a separated shoulder.
Mental: My dad’s tractor accident. I was right behind him when it rolled over while he was driving. The actual accident and the week or so after were some of the most painful days I have ever endured.
Horrible upper abdominal and back pain after taking codeine after skin surgery. Two hypos of morphine barely took the edge off it, and no one at the hospital could figure out what the problem was. I spent all night writhing and crying in the ER before it started to fade and then I was sent home.
I wasn’t satisfied with the “dunno” diagnosis after such tremendous pain, and did a lot of Googling. My own completely amateur diagnosis was that it was spasming of the Oddi sphincter in the pancreas, which had been noted in a few papers as a side effect of codeine, particularly in women in their fifties who had previously had their gall bladder out (that’s me).
I’m toying with the idea of getting one of those medic alert bracelets and having “Don’t give me any goddamned codeine” engraved on it.
I have said that anyone who rambles on about the “perfection” of the Human Body has never known spinal problems.
For physical pain it was the kidney stones. I’d thought the pain I had from endometriosis was the worst, but when I got the kidney stones that topped the other by a wide margin.
Giving birth to #2 son while having a staghorn kidney stone. He was 9lbs 12 oz and the stone filled my left kidney.
Mentally… my mother.
Evidently if you have to have a c-section under general anesthetic they don’t give you the morphine until after they wake you up. I don’t know if there were any other pain medications involved, but I know I was sobbing in pain, and that when somebody pressed on my abdomen I screamed and tried to climb up his arm.