My stomach perferated in July of 2005. I’ve had broken bones, kidney stones and all sorts of things, but nothing hurt like when my stomach burst. I begged god to take me home and if there had been a switch I could turn to turn off the pain, but knowing I wouldn’t wake up again, I would have flipped that switch. If there is something that hurts worse than that, I hope I never experience.
How about having a vasectomy where the anaesthetic on one side fails despite repeated attempts. That doc just could NOT get that needle in.
No shit. I told him that half of one does me no good and I wasn’t coming back. So he went ahead.
Goddamn.
Oh yeah, one more from watching a movie again last night (about the twentieth time I saw it).
There is a scene in American History X where Ed Nortons character (THE skinhead) takes the guy who he just shot (who was breaking in his car) and makes him open his mouth wide, and put it on the corner of the curb. So his teeth are pressing against the curb with his mouth wide open, and Ed’s character slams his Doc Martens on the back of his head, smashing his mouth down on the curb, killing him.
You had to see it. Scared the hell out of me. Not sure how much pain was felt, but the minute prior to death had to hurt like hell.
That shoulda been June.
Oh, I imagine if someone was to put an arterial stent in your butthole and set you atop a fire ant pile…
A long time ago, I had an accident where both elbows and one wrist were broken. I was in casts from wrist to mid upper-arm on both sides. It hurt when I tried to sleep, but that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part happened every day. For the squeamish, I better put the rest of this in a spoiler box.
Every day, nature took its course. Sure I could undo my belt and unbuckle my jeans…it hurt but it was acceptable. It was afterwards, during ‘Charmin time’ that the pain was unbearable. You see, in order for me to whipe with my broken arms casted at 90degree angles, I had to semi dislocate my shoulder so that my hand could reach my ass with the wadded up tissue. I had to do more than reach far enough to dab daintily; I needed to reach far enough to wipe with some strength, while gritting my teeth and contorting my face in pain.
Strangely enough, I’ve had a high tolerance for pain ever since then.
Probably apocryphal, but Edward II supposedly was killed by having a red hot iron tube inserted in his recturm. That’s gotta smart.
A royal pain in the ass, to be sure.
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Given a choice between passing a kidney stone and giving birth, I’d rather give birth.
A friend’s father said that given the choice between having his triple heart bypass again or passing another kidney stone, he would rather have the heart surgery.
My wife has had kidney stones on a couple of occasions and feeling her shake in bed beside me with pain has made me realise it’s not something I ever want to experience.
I read your spoiler box, thinking “Man this is gonna be kinda sick”.
Sorry, man, it made me laugh my ass off.
I don’t mean to be a dick, but that is kind of funny.
Gawd, me too. Isn’t that terrible? I feel like a heel but dislocating your shoulder to wipe your ass is just so heroic you have to smile, especially when you first think okay, he’s gonna ask for help.
Seventeen years ago, I suffered chronic pneumothorax (repeated lung collapse) and endured several surgeries, the last of which centered on the removal of part of my left lung. This involved opening my back, breaking out a rib, and messing about in my chest cavity for a full half day.
The several days I spent in the hospital after that surgery represent not only the worst pain I’ve ever felt but the worst pain I can imagine feeling. There were a couple of days where I lay in my recovery bed and simply wept for hours and hours and hours from the sheer unending agony. There was not enough morphine in the world even to allow me to sleep.
I’ve had gout attacks so bad that not only couldn’t I walk I couldn’t distract myself from my pain to the point of being able to follow even a simple book or tv show. I’ve also had some pretty bad back-throwing-out situations, but even there, you can usually find a position of relative comfort. Not so with gout; with bad gout attacks, it hurts to even have your foot under the sheets (the weight of the sheet is enough to increase the pain).
OTOH, a few months ago I got strep throat. That hurt pretty fucking bad, too…I was counting the minutes to go to the doctor. You don’t realize how often you swallow until you have to try not to!
I was babysitting with my five month old granddaughter once and I began to pass a kidney stone. I called my husband and the child’s father to come to take care of the child and an ambulance to take me to the hospital. I didn’t know what was happening. I stayed with the child until someone came to take care of her. Then I left in the ambulance.
The child’s mother, my step-daughter, thought that it was ridiculous that I would take an ambulance to the hospital or even miss work the next day. She was so dismissive of me that shortly afterwards, she didn’t see me or her father or allow us access to our grandchildren again for six years.
Yet the worst pain that I had was when I was given the wrong medication that produced a psychotic episode. Pity those who are mentally ill who are in a tortured state. Not all of them are, but some of them suffer beyond imagination.
I had these abcesses on my tonsils that swelled up to the point that my throat almost closed up. I could barely swallow, and when I tried to talk I sounded like, well, what a deaf person sounds like. It was excruciating, like strep throat times a million. But that’s not the worst part. The worst part is that the abcesss had to be drained, so, without any sort of local or anything, my doctor had to stab my painful, swollen throat abcesses OVER AND OVER to drain the fluid.
I think it was harder for my mom watching the whole thing though. I would agree that watching someone you love being tortured (even if it’s medically necessary) and being totally helpless is pretty fucking painful.
Gathering opinions on this thread I have deduced that the most painful thing theoretically would be: a flaming kidney stone!
The most painful thing on this board would have to be the seventh page of any thread in GD. BBS2000 stays away.
That’s Charles II, isn’t it?
But yeah, ouchie.
Worst for me ever, worse than childbirth or anything, was gallstones.
Cheers,
Mel
No, it was Edward II. Wikipedia quotes this as a rumor:
I think third-degree burns aren’t as bad. Those are the ones that destroy your nerves, right? I’m thinking the pain probably can’t be transferred to the brain. Now a full-body second-degree burn would be pure hell.
The most painful thing I personally don’t wish on anyone didn’t happen to me but it did happen to someone dear to me.
(spoiler - not pleasant sexual stuff)
While sleeping in her then boyfriend’s bed as him and some friends were doing meth (she does not), some guy came in and started screaming at her, she was she was punched in the head so hard she will never hear again in one ear, she was raped for three hours which included a fist and a bottle pushed so hard it broke, and to top it off it the boyfriend didn’t want anything to do with her after that. Like many, it was never reported. Six years later she still startles badly when woke from a sleep, sees hallucinations, and is only starting to somewhat enjoy sex again.
Did I mention that was her first time?
<sigh>