Another really really really icky one:
I know a woman who left her husband because, after years of physical abuse, when she came home from the hospital five days after giving birth and refused to have sex with him, her raped her with a hot curling ironk
You know, technically I could have. But I was in my early 20s and living at home…and the only person there was my 60-something Mom.
Q: How much pain would you endure to keep your Mom from ‘wiping’ you?
A: Quite a lot, actually. :eek:
PS- if you Really want a laugh:
During that same time, my friends took me to the Flemington Fair to cheer me up. So, I’m walking around with them, all casted up and swinging my arms like Robo-cop. We walked past a side show booth with cross-bows and targets, the idea being that if you hit the bullseye, you win a stuffed animal.
The side-show barker called for us to stop and offered me a ‘free shot’. I was going to decline, but my friends egged me on. I put my casts up on the counter clunk clunk and a crossbow was dropped into my hands. I took my shot.
And it hit the bullseye, with the edge of the arrow touching by a hair the edge of the bullseye ring!
The side show barker refused to give me the prize, as it touched the edge of the bullseye. If I close my eyes I can still hear one of my friends yelling, “Man, he has Two Broken Arms in Casts! And you’re not going to give that to him as a Bullseye!?” 
::: whimpers :::
I haven’t had this happen but have had other occasions where I’ve felt a sensation someplace you’re not supposed to feel things… injections into joints for example, or the time I had the c-section and the anesthesia didn’t quite work inside… but yours - of all the things I’ve read in this thread - squicks me out the worst.
My son, at age 4, had a minor fall at the school playground. Only, he fell just right resulting in a humerus that, viewed from the side, made his upper arm look more like the letter Z than the letter I. Repairing it required 2 percutaneous (sticking out through the skin) pins. Removing those required a pair of pliers. The orthopedist said “nope, no sedation” when questioned beforehand. We said “bwah???”, and called the pediatrician, who gave us a scrip for a sedative. Oh, and one for Dweezil as well 
Hearing your tale, I’m glad we went that route.
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Jeremiah, they’ll slit you, me and the boy from crotch to eyeball with a dull deer antler.
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That much.
Nevertheless, scribbles a “Badass” next to Count Blucher’s name.
When I got my right leg chopped off above the knee at work in '86 the pain was beyond anything you can comprehend. I didn’t get to the hospital for over an hour, was lifeflighted, but didn’t get any painkillers till I was in surgery.
I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy, if I had a worst enemy.
The worst pain I can imagine would probably be having to undergo the medieval practice of being broken on the wheel. Your legs and arms are broken with iron or lead cudgels in several places, including the shoulder, hip, knee and ankle joints. The limbs are then threaded through and around the spokes of a large wagon wheel and tied in place, the wheel is then hoisted up and the birds are allowed to have a go at you. Reports speak of breaks so bad that bone marrow was seen oozing from the wounds with the blood. A period 17th century account is as follows, "into a sort of huge screaming puppet writhing in rivulets of blood, a puppet with four tentacles, like a sea monster, of raw, slimy and shapeless flesh [rohw, schleymig und formlos Fleisch wie di Schleuch eines Tundenfischs] mixed up with splinters of smashed bones’.
Worst pain I have ever experienced:
SIMULTANEOUSLY suffered sciatica, DOUBLE hamstring cramps, and while trying to work out the cramps in my legs I fell forward and hit my kneecap on the edge of a coffee table. I wanted to pass out but the pain was too intense and NOTHING I was doing was alleviating it. Took 20 minutes to get the cramps down and still the sciatica was going strong and it felt like I had broken my kneecap (fortunately I didn’t). DO NOT WANT.
As for most painful imaginable…enduring the strappado while red-hot needles are shoved under the fingernails and toenails and a razor blade slices your eyes while you are slowly being disemboweled and small sharks are chomping down on your genitals while you pass a massive kidney stone and some crazy Nazi is drilling your teeth AND you have sciatica and double hamstring cramps.
Don’t forget the blow to the kneecap.
Right; AND ballpeen hammer blows to the kneecaps.
My friend Matt and I always try to come up with these kinds of scenarios to “outdo” each other. Our favorites are: being thrown into a giant, scalding, dry frying pan and cooked alive (we decided on dry because you would likely eventually stick to the pan and nobody wants to stick to the pan), and being thrown into a giant microwave and cooked that way.
The Museum of Torture in Amsterdam has some incredible exhibits. My, umm, favourite was the iron chair. It’s as big as a throne, and the seat, back and arms are covered in spikes, and there are harnesses to go round legs, arms and chest. These are spiked also. When the unlucky victim was slowly settling into their new situation, a fire was lit under the seat. Nice.
Being superglued to a chair that’s superglued to the floor with a vat above your head slowly dripping out lye onto your body.
I moved home and took care of my mom while she had terminal cancer. One time in the middle of the night after we’d been up with stuff and I had gotten her settled again and thought she was asleep, I was watching her and crying. She opened her eyes and said “Honey, why are you crying?” Duh, mom…I am watching you die. I said “Sheesh, mom, I am watching you leave me.” And she said to me the same thing she had said so many times during my life. “Now, honey…don’t cry. There is always someone worse off than you are. And I will NEVER leave you. It is just this crummy old body that is going to die.” Now, I was not in any mood at the time to appreciate this, but I said something or other and she went to sleep.
After mom died, a close friend of my parents, who was like an aunt to me, got Alzheimer’s and had to go into a care facility. I visited her several times and then one day I went to visit and…she didn’t know who I was. It wasn’t that she didn’t know my name, it was that she didn’t have the slightest awareness that she had ever seen me before. I was so devastated. Someone I had known and loved for all of my life…and she didn’t even know she had ever MET me.
And that is when I realized that mom was right. I watched mom die, but until the very end? When she looked at me, she saw ME. At the end, she couldn’t talk…but when she looked at me, she saw ME. I don’t think I could have born it if my beloved mother didn’t know who I was, who WE were together.
So for me? The worst pain I can imagine is having someone you love so much get Alzheimer’s Disease and forget who you are. I broke my pelvis in three places one time…someone ran a stop sign and crashed into my driver side door. It was horrible and I was in a great deal of pain for a very long time. I have had three uterine biopsies without anesthetic (I have really good pain tolerance so my Doc let me “try” the first one without anesthetic and I did well so when I needed the second and third ones he let me do the other two without anesthetic…but that third one was far and away the worst physical pain I have ever endured) and the last one was so painful that I almost couldn’t get through it. The only way I DID get through it was, I kept telling myself that I was already 1/3 of the way through and if I didn’t tough it out I would have to go through it AGAIN…and I couldn’t bear to go through it again. I have broken other bones, although the pelvis was by far the worst.
For me, I don’t think that any kind of physical pain could be worse than having someone I adore look at me as if I was a stranger. And I have been spared that, Thank You God. I lost my father August 30th. I miss him, I mourn, I feel lost and alone. This pain is bad. It is REALLY bad. BUT…he never stopped knowing who I was. It is said that God doesn’t give us anything we aren’t strong enough to handle. I don’t believe that I could have handled either of my parents getting Alzheimer’s and looking at me as if I was a stranger. I’m so grateful that I will never have to find out if I have that kind of strength. I don’t think I do.
Amsterdam has a torture museum?!?!?! I was just there! Why didn’t anyone tell me this before? :smack:
Don’t highlight if you wish to sexually perform in the near future.
[spoiler]1. Genital mutilation – paper cuts on your dick head, stretching your ballsac out on a table and crushing a testicle with a hammer; I imagine it would rupture out and make a nice trail of white and red
Ugh…these are images I can’t get out of my head, so I hope you can’t either. I don’t even want to THINK about female genital mutilation, but I’ve read too much…use your imagination and think what one could do with a sewing kit.
Being covered in maple syrup, tied to a pole, and left in the desert with the ants.
Eye mutilation freaks me out. Please hold me.
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mstay–I know someone who actually sliced his own eye in half
Worst pain I’ve had was when I had shingles as a kid.
Next worst is Gout in my toe. Damn! That hurts like Hell!
Had a urinary tract infection, no fun at all.
I haven’t had an ear infection so far, but I understand it is quite painful.
As for the past, I’ve read they put some guy on a spit and roasted him alive.
And others were boiled in hot oil.
How the hell can one human do this to another?
(Probabaly basis for another thread)
UGH!!!1 Wasn’t there something where some guy was stripped naked and tied to a stake in the middle of a field and the mosquitos basicly ate him alive?
I had ear surgery as a teen. The pain wasn’t that bad, but the healing…UGH…I’m shuddering just thinking of it. You know how when you break limbs, when they heal they itch? Imagine that in your EAR? One reason why I will never ever undergo that surgery again!