It doesn't have to be physical, it can be mental too
I'll start, at the peak of my major depression I would get panic attacks quite often. They involved a lot of sweating, hyperventilating, diarrhea and vomiting. Combine that with IBS and I would literally feel like I was dying :suicide:
I sneezed this morning and pain shot through my arms and legs for 5 whole minutes, christ it was unbearable even for that amount of time.
one time i installed league of legends
Someone shot me in the groin with a paintball gun at one point.
The pain of watching everyone and everything I've ever held dear be ripped from me be it through my own actions or some disgusting deterministic universe deciding to destroy everything I've worked for as a cruel joke. Waking up every morning to struggle for a degree I'm not passionate about, hoping for things that will never happen, in order to convince myself this will be worth it somehow in the end.
The pain of being human.
I browsed /mlp/
not really sure but i have a lot of migraine and once it was so bad i fucking panicked it hurt so much i cried and everything damn im a pussy
Fractured my right arm once by falling on my elbow
I also took an airsoft pellet to the head at point blank.
When I was 11 I ran and fell over, when I fell I put my arms out and snapped my wrist. I heard the crunch
When I had appendicitis, I had no idea what was happening - it was just this horrible pain that built up in the bottom of my back. I thought it was just some weird digestive quirk or something like that, but after about an hour of writhing in pain and going back and forth between the bathroom that clearly wasn't the cause. And after a couple hours of rolling around on my bed on the ground, I just burst into tears like a little bitch and started on the path of hyperventilating, which made the rest of my body tingle.
Fortunately, I went to the hospital. Unfortunately, the morphine worked for only an hour, and after that the pain pierced through. I was more comfortable though because I knew what was happening, and I knew that if the pain stopped for any reason, my appendix would have exploded, and that would have resulted in a death within the hour. So pain is good!
I generally laugh at pain, though, for whatever reason. I've rid bikes and failed ten or twelve foot drops only to come out with mega-pain from landing on my fingers the completely fucking wrong way and mega-laughing. In any sport during High School, my face was a magnet for every type of ball possible and for no particular reason. I've been kicked the shit out of before as well which has also made me laugh at times (usually because I succeeded in pissing someone off), although full-retard aggressive at other times. I think I have [I]some[/I] pain tolerance if I understand what's going on and for what reason; it's when I'm uncertain that I get scared, and that fear exasperates the pain.
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Emotionally, the worst pain I ever felt was my first break-up. That was awful, but totally called for and totally necessary for me to progress as a person. The bigger problem was that my parents were already in the middle of a divorce, and my mom was venting a lot of her broken philosophies of what love is supposed to be and how love sucks, so that contributed to the uncertainty and exasperation of the pain associated with one's first real breakup. That also contributed to other problems down the line, too, but I think I've undone a lot of the kinks in that regard with time and thought.
Pinched sciatic nerve or when I went to a family dentist for a root canal and told him I needed oxycotton BEFORE the operation because novicane does not work well for me. I nearly blacked out driving and collapsed at the drug counter from pain, needless to say I never went back to that doctor.
I once hit my right hand middle finger with the door, it ruptured the skin and probably a few nerves. I didn't feel the top of it for like two weeks.
"Radical" Orchiectomy. There was nothing radical about it :v:
They basically sliced open my groin and pushed the cancerous ball up and out through that cut. The surgery meant they had to cut through layers upon layers of muscle and shit so I couldn't walk on my own for almost 3 weeks. Even though the surgery was 2 months ago, I still get horrible stabbing pains in my groin, and I get weird pains where my ball used to be.
Whatever you do, [I]don't[/I] look up any images of the surgery :vomit:
Had my forearm kicked in, didn't realise it was properly damaged because it didn't actually hurt a right lot. Let it heal for a few weeks then I was sparring with some mates and it full-on broke when I landed a punch that felt like it was way too weak to have been able to do it. Still didn't go to the hospital with it though, couldn't be arsed waiting for 6 hours while people got their fucking blisters lanced (No, seriously. Someone turned up to A&E with a fucking blister). Pretty sure it fucked up the tendon too because whenever I tried to extend my arm beyond like 90 degrees pain would shoot up it.
I had a door knob swung into my head when I was little. Got stitches.
But the worst feeling I got was when I had surgery on my nose for something. I basically had to vomit up blood all day. I was like 5 at the time.
When I was a wee lil' lad (around 4) I was at day care, and We had just gotten back from play time. I was walking into the cookie and lemonade room when this one kid screamed something about Dragon Ball Z and slammed the room's door. The door slammed onto my finger and CUT THE TIP OF MY FINGER OFF
I've never felt a pain that horrible since
the tip of my middle finger is slanted still from that experience
Probably when my back pain was as its worst. My whole family on my dads side have back issues of varying degrees. Last year when I was working my back had enough and a disc decided to fuck me up. I couldn't do anything other than lying down in a few certain positions and one seated position that was basically fetal position upright with the back curved as much as possible to not put any weight on that part of the back. When it started hurting the muscles in my literally just gave up, if I was standing upright my upper body just dropped to a hunch.
A friend was fucking around with a lighter and AXE. He had lighten the flammable fuel. And when I turned around moments later. He had burnt my back of my left bicep. It hurt so bad I went to the hospital after couple hours. That was 10 years ago.
I've had incredibly bad ingrown toenails on both big toes of my feet, combine that with the sharp, hard end of a coffee table. I couldn't move for about half an hour because the pain was so bad.
One time, when I was in middle school, I had broke all five toes in my right foot from jumping off of a snow bank and into a pit of large, sharp rocks. I was laying in the snow, crying my eyes out from the pain while a group of other kids who were throwing snowballs at me, thinking that I was just exaggerating. Even my parents didn't believe me and thought I was just faking it so I could stay home from school. I used fake being sick a lot, so it makes sense.
A year or so later, I was talking to my brother near a field where a couple of guys were playing football and one of them had accidentally stumbled into me, knocking me down and causing 3 toes in my other foot to break. It wasn't quite as painful as the first time, but I was getting pretty tired of being in a wheelchair.
Also, when I was 3-4 years old, I was playing around in the basement and had, somehow, jammed a spring from a bed frame straight through my knee and out the other side. I actually don't remember how it happened or that it hurt that much, but I do remember there was a lot of blood :v:
Head split open as a baby.
i can't remember anything physical
but mentally, when my dad died, back when i was 9 or so
from that moment on i've tried to keep myself busy at most times and videogames were a perfect thing for that
kill me
not as bad as some of the stuff here, but in 2011, my little brother ran outside while I was asleep, so when I woke up, I panicked and ran outside to look for him, found him, came back to see the fucking door closed and locked behind us.
knock on the door to wake my dad up, no answer. knock again. no answer, so I get angry and knock harder. awful awful mistake. the glass i was knocking on broke and cut up my wrist and hand terribly. thank god my dad had woken up at this point so he could take me to the hospital. i had to sit while they picked the glass out of my wrist and get tons of stitches all over my wrist and the back of my hand, and i still have the scars. what really creeps me out about it is that i was apparently REALLY close to cutting a tendon and losing my right hand or the use of it, and also REALLY close to cutting the artery and pretty much dying.
the moral of the story is: never knock in anger, and if you have to, knock on a non-glass part of the door. don't be an idiot like me
Between my two live born children I had an ectopic pregnancy. Not only was the physical pain barely touched by morphine, the loss of a potential baby is terrible for both the mother and the father
Mentally, my worst pain was losing my girlfriend/best friend completely out of the blue after almost 4 years of a very good relationship. She got involved in some stuff in college, wasn't communicating her feelings, and one day just fell out of my life. I didn't know it until it happened, but I put way too much of myself into that relationship. When it went, I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep. You ever been so sad you vomited? It's indescribable.
Physically, I woke up from a surgery in which a cyst/tumor/malformed thing was removed from my jaw. Thing stretched from my chin area up to my ear, was very involved. Anywho, I woke up and the surgeons had used morphine for the pain - which, as a result of my blood chemistry, does little to nothing for pain for me (just makes me feel funny). I didn't cry, no tears, didn't scream. I just locked up and shook, sweated, and gripped everything as hard as I could. Kinda gasped a bit trying to explain that I needed codeine, something else. That blew.
I had a bone eating tumor in my jaw for a good part of a year. My cheek welled up with pus and it got to the point where I could not swallow pills, so I ended up having to drink antibiotics instead. You know the smell of gas? Imagine that in the form of taste but a hundred times more potent.
I was constantly in incredible pain and felt nauseous 24/7. It was hell.
Ingrown toenail at age 11. Had to undergo minor surgery to extract it. Not enough anesthesia, felt the whole procedure.
[QUOTE=T553412;48695071]Ingrown toenail at age 11. Had to undergo minor surgery to extract it. Not enough anesthesia, felt the whole procedure.[/QUOTE]
Had the same procedure. "Luckily" I only felt the needle for the anesthesia, but it was much more painful than anything else I've felt, including other needles for anesthesia.
Kidney stone. I had no clue what it was, at first I thought it was the worst indigestion of my life, or my intestines were damaged somehow. I just had to piss every two minutes, was in terrible pain, and felt like throwing up. Normally I want to throw up, throwing up stops the pain and resolves the problem. When I threw up with a kidney stone, I didn't feel any better. Had to go to the hospital to get a diagnosis. I had two-hour pain sessions once a week for a month, then the kidney stone settled for a year before I painlessly passed it.
i landed on my foot fucking around when i was little and broke it
i was crying because it hurt so bad
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