Never had kidney stones, but I have passed blood clots.
Dime-sized in diameter.
When I was nine. 
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Gotta go with the folks who are talking about kidney stones. I never had a child but my urologist told me that other women said childbirth wasn’t as bad as a stone. I now know why some people get hooked on painkillers. On my second attack, at the emergency room, I got a shot or something of Demerol. Only time I ever got it, but the pure, blissful relief of having the pain go away taight me something.
“He then sent me off with a prescription for percocet and 2 cookies. I love him. The neurosurgeon can rot in hell.”
Ah, Calliope, your last paragraph gave me the best laugh I’ve had all week. I haven’t met many neurosugeons I would want to know better. Anesthesiologists, on the other hand…
I was going to share about my adult tonsilectomy (another pain worse than labor) but it can’t hold a candle to some of the stuff in this thread.
Definately kidney stones. I’ve been hospitalized twice for this ailment. It has been described so much better than I can do, in the threads immediately above this. I’ve talked to women who have given birth and who have had kidney stones. It has been unanimous with these women that kidney stones are totally off the pain scale in comparison to childbirth. I would not wish the pain of kidney stones on anyone.
Oh, yes. I had suffered from gall stones for years (as far back as my teens), but didn’t know it. Since I’m a girl, all my pain was attributed to “female problems.” Finally, after being awake an entire weekend, writhing in pain, I went to see our family doc instead of the gyno.
He shot me up with Demerol, gave me some oral painkillers, but nothing worked. Finally sent me off to the hospital to have a sonogram in case I was having an ectopic pregnancy. They discovered a large gall stone in my pancreas.
I was delirious with pain by this point and throwing up because of the medication on an empty stomach. They said emergency surgery to remove gall bladder. They could’ve said they’d scoop it out with a spoon that minute, and I wouldn’t have cared. They gave me morphine in an IV drip and I was finally able to pass out. I don’t remember much from that point until I got home a few days later.
I given birth three times and had a miscarriage. None of them hold a candle to that experience.
Sheri
mmmm dentists. Never have been there without pain.
The one time everything was going okay, was when that big dentist lamp fell on my eye.
but the worse… ear infection sucked clear without anesthetics.
auuuuuwieee.
Labor was pretty bad - especialy when the birthee is 10+ lbs and you have opted for no meds.
When I was little, I fell on my tailbone once. That was bad. You can’t (or don’t dare) move and try to get your breath back.
I have an ulcer and hiatal hernia. When the ulcer decides to get a little frisky, it is the worst pain I have ever experienced. You can’t curl up in the fetal position, you can’t take aspirin to make the pain go away. All I can do is lie perfectly still, take shallow breaths, sweat profusely and hope I don’t faint and roll off the bed.
I’ve broken my arm 3 times, finger once, toe once. I’ve cut open the back of my hand, cut a rather large gash in my wrist on a chunk of metal, put a deep 4 inch slice in my leg, and got my finger caught in a car jack-with the weight of the car on top of it… just to name a few of my best wounds.
Oddly, none of these really hurt that bad. In fact when I sliced a 3-4 inch section of the back of my hand open it hardly hurt at all, even the next day.
The single worse though was when I ripped a bunch of tendons in my ankle. 10 years later the damn thing STILL hurts.
I have had a myelogram, And Ive been shot. I’ll taking getting shot over getting one of those damn things any day. And I didnt even get the headache thing either, I was fine afterwards, but the procedure itself was hell.
I started pissing blood a while back. To find out why, they ramed a camera up Mr. Happy. Holy shit did that hurt. Turned out I had some kind of scar tissue build up, and they tried to ram it past. They wound up having to knock me out and run some kind of roto-rooter up there. Most unpleasant.
Metalshop, high school, I grabbed ahold of a piece of metal we had just heated to near molten. Thought I was gonna pass out from the pain. That was worse than the myelogram, I think.
I broke both bones in my arm in a fight, and they set it without pain killers.(actually, they gave me something, but it didnt work…Painkillers have a limited effect on me)
That was damn painfull.
Warning to Pregnant Women: DO NOT READ THIS!
CHILDBIRTH STORY
I was due on June 18th and there was no sign that Yasmin was ready to come out at all. We’d already made our bookings to fly to the states on July 28th, leaving us one month after her birth to get used to her before we left Japan. On June 27th at 8am, I went into the clinic to be given cervical (Told you it was TMI) gel to make my cervix dilate. No luck, very light contractions, but no go. I spent the night in the hospital (more of a clinic, with the best Japanese food I’ve ever eaten) and the next morning they started giving me Pitocin (hereby known as Devil’sDrug or DD).
Anyway, they were giving me increasingly more and more DD throughout the day, and no contractions or opening of my cervix. Finally, about 4pm or so, I started to get contractions. From about 4pm to 6pm, I went up to 5 cm and was doing the breathing and moving around a lot. It was rough, but fine. We’d chosen not to have an epidural unless absolutely necessary, as they are not commonly done in Japan, and I doubted the ability of my OB in this task, as they do not call in an anesthesiologist, the OB himself would’ve had to do it. Ok, so, they bring me dinner (they let you eat during labor in Japan) which was nice, fish as I recall, and John and I shared it. We were having fun, laughing, joking, reading, just passing the time. I got a shot of Demerol, which was really fun. I felt really high, happy and just relaxed. I laid down and took a brief nap. When I woke up, it was to a tremendous contraction, I sat up and got out of bed. As I did this, I heard a crunching/snapping noise and was hit with an intense pain in my back. I thought it was labor. A few seconds later, as the contraction was in full tilt, I was completely incapacitated. I couldn’t stand alone, couldn’t do the breathing, I was completely racked with pain.
I was told to lie back to have my dilation checked. I was now 7cm and screaming the most animalistic wails imaginable. Something was wrong. This was just not working. They gave me a shot of demerol which made my eyes roll back in my head and they (John and the labor nurse) were trying to get me to do the breathing, etc. I kept telling John that there was something very wrong. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t do anything but wish to kill the pain. I was certain that this was not normal, but because of the demerol and the pain, I wasn’t coherant. I couldn’t explain anything, was disoriented and totally insane with pain, thrashing about as they tried to get me to lay back.
Finally, the doctor (after being forced by John) tried to give me an epidural. I don’t recall this, but John said he jabbed me no less than 17 times to get the epidural in. John said there was blood splurting everywhere. He couldn’t get the needle in properly because I was writhing in pain. I couldn’t stay still. He never was successful, but I didn’t even notice.
Finally, at about 11pm he decided that Yasmin had to come out immediately. He and John were very concerned that I would pass out from the pain and then I’d need to be rushed to the nearby emergency room for a C-section. The clinic was able to do them, but John asked for the hospital instead.
Anyway, finally, I was dilated to 10cm. I had to lay on my back for labor and be restrained, as I was trying to get up, screaming, wailing and shouting the entire time. John and the nurse had to pull me up during the contractions. I’d never gotten the “urge to push” but was just trying to focus on pushing through the most seering pain you can imagine. Everytime I pushed it felt as if I was going to die. It was so painful, I couldn’t imgagine that someone could have this much pain and survive.
They were all getting frustrated with me, John especially, he was holding my face in his hands and shouting at me! He was telling me to get it together and concentrate. I couldn’t. I don’t know how, but finally I got her part way down. Her head was still not out.
Here comes some more TMI:
I had to be cut completely open so the doctor could put the vacuum extraction sucker onto Yasmin’s head. More seering pain, John said it was like a bloodbath. I didn’t even feel the tears or cutting, I was in so much pain. He made two attempts at getting her out with the vacuum extractor. Finally, she came out in a big gush. John was sobbing and had to leave the area and go and sit down. Once she was out, the pain lessened and I could see him sitting there. I was certain that Yasmin was hurt or didn’t make it. I didn’t know what was going on.
Finally, the doctor said the baby was ok, and John helped to clean her and held her up for me. I was so spent, I didn’t even really look at her when I could. I was just sobbing hysterically.
I’d gotten it together and they brought her to me moments after she was born and I nursed her. It was glorious. I was so happy we were both alive.
The next day, I was unable to sit down or stand up from a sitting position unless I knelt on the floor and lifted myself up. It was extremely painful. The doctor determined that the crunch noise I’d heard was my tailbone shattering, from a combination of the strong contractions brought on by the DD and the angle I was laying in.
This explained why I couldn’t participate in the labor actively. They were all very sorry they’d been so demanding and rough with me. John admits he thought I’d just “given up” and was really pissed off with me, until he found out what the real reason was. You see, every time a contraction hit, and she moved down, her head was hitting the tailbone area adn the nerves around it, causing the sharp blinding pain I experienced. Once she was out, the pressure was gone.
I had knee surgery for a normally temporary condition that refused to go away. Not by orthoscope, either; three-inch incision, removal of the tendon, scraping, stapling, the lot. When I woke up the pain was intense.
That was when I discovered that not only am I intolerant to morphine, but it has no pain-relieving or psychotropic effects on me. Finally after pumping me full of morphine and seeing that I was still half-crazed with pain, they gave me Toradol and slowly but surely the pain eased up. The vomiting, however, went on for another day.
This was far, far worse than being sewn up without benefit of anaesthetic, which I have also experienced. Migraines, however, are a close second.
A few years ago, I had a herniated spinal disc leading to sciatica (shooting leg pain due to pinched nerve at herniated disc). It started out as a rather intermittent, dull, leg pain, but increasingly got worse and worse over the course of a year to include my lower back area. At first, the MD prescribed pain medication then physical therapy - no go.
One day, I woke up not able to get out of bed. It took me 30 minutes to crawl to the bathroom which was only 2 yards away. The pain was unbelievable. It just shot through my whole body it seemed. This was the case every day for two weeks. I just wanted to die. The only way I could somewhat function was by popping pain killers. When I finally could get on my feet (after the pills starting taking some effect, that is), I still could not extend 100%. That is to say, I walked around constantly in a bent over state. Even when sleeping, the pain was constant - no getting away from it.
The severity of this sudden progression finally forced the MD to do a CATscan and prescribe surgery. The instant relief I felt after the 45 minute procedure was like a miracle. It almost made me start to go back to church again - almost 
Wow, my answer will probably sound rather pathetic compared to some of the responses in this thread. I’ve been pretty lucky so far. No broken bones, no surgery other than having teeth pulled, no kidney stones, no wisdom teeth (yet).
Unfortunately, I am extremely alergic to bee stings, and I had five or six of them before age ten. For some reason, I never learned to deal with bees in an intelligent manner. The sequence of events was always the same. I’d feel something moving on my head or neck, I’d grab it with my right hand, and then intense pain would shoot up my arm. Once this happened while I was at a playground that was fifteen minutes walking distance from home, and I ran the whole way back while screaming and crying, alarming several local residents along the way. By the time I got there, my entire arm was severly swollen up to the shoulder.
But when I got stung by a hornet during first grade, it was ten times worse than any bee sting. I had been climbing a fence in my front yard when a heard something buzzing around my right ear, so I tried to swat it away. Next thing I knew, I was experiencing pain so overwhelming that I had let go of the fence and fallen about four feet to the ground, spraining my ankle. Within a few minutes, the swelling had moved up my arm to my upper body. Luckily, one our neighbors was a doctor and had the medication necessary to reduce swelling before it started blocking by breathing. They also gave me children’s tylenol, but that wasn’t effective enough and I can recall being in agony for the evening and most of the night before I finally fell asleep.
In reverse order:
- Slipped disk.
- Broken collar-bone (three times).
- Twisted intestine (put me in hospital nil-by-mouth for a week).
1 the mild I caused it my self pain :
I dry shaved my nether regions ona day when it was 112 out and then to stop the stinging I poured about a half of bottle of old spice on it
I hobbled for 3 days Then theres the time i poured a suace pan of boiling ramen noodles and water on the nether regions
I was wearing a pair of really baggy swimming trunks and the handle was loose and either the handle turned sideways or my hand gave way I never seem to remeber the specifics
2 The serious medical pain
Like then i get my teeth pulled last tooth i had pulled the area where he shot me up to pull the tooth hurt more than the pull did
The caththader <sp> I had in mr willy cuase of the procedure I had to have when I was 10 so I could feel when I needed to go to the bathroom ( it worked too well I’m afraid)
It burned to pee for a week
The experience in which I almost died and was saved by throwing up on a nurse in the er
Ok I’m eating dinner and its spagetti with sausage the suace is tomato which im allergic to and the sausage is some what spicy
Its 12 am and I get these pains near my stomach I figure its the wages of sid in what i had for dinner , i ignore it
12:30 am there worse and im doubled over trying to sleep it off
by 1 am I was puking so i tried the usual remedy baking soda and water … made the pain and puking worse
By 3:30 I was thinking of easy death I hobble 4 blocks for alka seltzer … i just puke it back up
its 6:30 am my cousin wakes up … i have her take me to the er puking in a trashcan all the way it takes 45 minutes for me to get in … the poor security guy turned green hed heard me puking for so long
8 am after some tests and a few nice shots of morphiene its gallstones no prob drink some stuff have them dissolve easy right heh
12 pm they give me food cuase of all the morphiene ive had in the morning bad mistake te puking begins again
A nurse goming over to give me soemthing to stop the puking welle gers fired upon and says it smells funny and somethings wrong … i basically puke in a bag and its tested
My gall bladder is infected and is disolving im actually throwing up parts of it alone wiht the gangrene
they give me soemthing to hold me over and forst thing at sunrise its outta there … later im recovering and spend 2 days sick and neasuated
Turns out im allergic to the anti infection medicine … so i get 3 ivs in me one for the anti infection the demrol drip and anti neasuea agent so im not tossing the first 2 up
The thir pain I have is the physical complications I live wiht on a day to day basis becuase of my cerebal palsy like the constant leg hands arm cramps
the arthritc type of pain everytime the weathers damp or its wet The sslow loss of controll of my fingers … theres more but I can whine for hours up to months on it
excuse the typos its late and im passing out
Either the time I ran through a plate-glass sliding door ( whereing nothing but a pair of underwear :rolleyes: ) or when I was hospitalized a few years ago with “non-specific duodenitis” ( *“Well Mr. Tamerlane we are 95% sure you have a burst appendix. No, sorry - CatScan was negative. We are 99% sure you suffered a perforated ulcer. Hmmm…No we didn’t see any signs of ulcers or ulcer-causing bacteria when we shoved that garden hose down your throat. Guess we’ll just never know.” *Oy. )
- Tamerlane
“Whereing”? Just shoot me. Jeez.
- Tamerlane
nah
that would hurt
c-of-cyn, I had the exact same thing and the pain was awe inspiring. In my case, the treatment (after nine days in the hospital) was a steroid injection at the site of the herniated disk. I would have agreed to amputation at the arm pits at that point.
But, and this is really TMI, I recently had surgery involving the testes: I would have prefered a repeat of the herniated disk to the recovery after that surgery.
For me it would have to be the time I enjoyed multiple tonsillitis and ear infections. It started on one side of my throat & then infected the ear. After I was done with my antibiotics, it moved to the other side of my throat. After the steroid shot, it moved back to the other side. After taking two kinds of antibiotics, it finally went away. I had the flu at some point during this process too.
The throat pain was bad, but I hate ear infections! It must be akin to having Khan put those nasty space-earwigs in your ear. Bleah!