I had a toothache when I was camping out in the country once. No Internet, no houses, and no phone connection. I think I was 13.
Went to the dentist as soon as we came back, turned out it wasn't a "toothache".
The tooth died, literally died. But it wasn't a quick death, it took it's time, rotting and making my life a living hell.
I didn't enjoy it no.
And I don't know if what I'm going to tell you right now was more painful because I don't remember anything about it.
Well the story goes that I was in my friends summerhouse when I was 5. His summerhouse had this stair that was really fucking steep, the smart ass me sitting on the highest point of the stairs playing with cars with my friend, fell backwards down the stairs and broke my nose. He tells me that he has never heard someone cry as loud as I did. Interesting enough I had to go by helicopter to the hospital. Too bad I don't remember a single thing from it.
Skinned parts of my face when I tripped and fell on pavement. Also tripped on some wood and gouged a large part of my knee. It was pretty deep, about half an inch.
I fell out of a Tree and landed Face first into a stone, Broke my nose, cut my head and Stubbed my toe.
[QUOTE=FreddiRox!;22707482]I fell out of a Tree and landed Face first into a stone, Broke my nose, cut my head and Stubbed my toe.[/QUOTE]
Ow, stubbed your toe :ohdear:
[QUOTE=B1N4RY!;22694155]When my hymen was damaged[/QUOTE]
That night was great...
When my little brother (5 years) hit me in my balls with a fucking punch.
I screamed for 2 hours.
I was riding my motorcycle one day (it only weighs about 500 lbs, mind you) and i hit a patch of dirt, and it lost traction, and flipped onto its right side and slid down the road sideways, with me on it. I was pinned to the bike, because it is an old bike it didnt have the new safety features. Me, being the dumbass i am, was wearing shorts instead of jeans, and a short sleeve shirt instead of a jacket. I got burns and permanent scars all down my legs from the cylinder heads and exhaust, as well as scars on my right arm, leg, and right side of my back from sliding on the asphalt at about 50 mph for a good distance. I didnt go to the hospital, and didnt have my cell phone on me, so i had to ride the motorcycle back home, covered in blood and in severe pain. Im glad as fuck i was wearing my helmet. Being a new rider, i know the bike was just testing me, to see how hardy i was. She must have accepted me because i still ride her to this day with no problems.
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[QUOTE=CirtaboyV2;22707791]When my little brother (5 years) hit me in my balls with a fucking punch.
I screamed for 2 hours.[/QUOTE]
you are a little bitch.
I have taken massive kicks to the balls during fights and just been able to keep on fighting. It hurt afterwards, but i just ignore it :v:
Forgetting to take my Tylenol 3s on time after I had all 4 wisdom teeth pulled.
Riding a bike in a dirt circle, i turned too fast, and i fell, the handlebar impaled my stomach.
Appendicitis
[QUOTE=coco911231;22708623]Riding a bike in a dirt circle, i turned too fast, and i fell, the handlebar impaled my stomach.[/QUOTE]
You could walk that off. Baby. :buddy:
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[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ZhHHVsAnI4[/media]
I hope those tags worked! :buddy:
THIS is going to be a trillion times more painful than any of your pussy shenanigans, ore even being circumsized by a huge fish. Seriously. This guy probably tore EVERY ligament in his arm.[/QUOTE]
you think thats bad? theres this guy who went hiking alone, got his arm trapped under a bolder for 3 days then hat to cut off [B]his own arm [/B]with a [B]swiss army knife.[/B] im not kidding.
[QUOTE=Chad Mobile;22686788]
I have Osgood Slatters Disease in my right knee.[/QUOTE]
SO DO I! but i also have severs disease in my ancles :)
[QUOTE=Jiggmin;22688553]When I was 6 I was at a birthday party on one of those moon [B]jump/bounce house things[/B], and when I came down my front two teeth got caught on the net and got ripped out, then the doctor decided to shove them back up in my gum and now I have buck-teeth, but not extreme.[/QUOTE]
a trampoline?
Anyway, you think all you are hard-dumbie? i was kidnapped and placed in a room where i was told to do horrible horrific things to myself (non-sexual) by this guy who calls himself jigsaw! it was the most horrific moment of my life DX
then i got appendicitis.
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[QUOTE=Pascall;22685409]
Burned like a[B] mother fucker.[/B]
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[QUOTE=dutchah;22685506]
Fucking hurt like a [B]motherfucker.[/B][/QUOTE]
who else's hurt like a [B]Mother Fucker?[/B]
Either stepping on a nail and having it go though my foot, or breaking the bones in my hand, both hurt like hell
Having My thumb nail torn off.
[QUOTE=BubonicCHG;22708224]Forgetting to take my Tylenol 3s on time after I had all 4 wisdom teeth pulled.[/QUOTE]
I forgot to take mine too, it sucks pretty bad.
Alright, so everyone has thier "thing". That special something that crosses all the wrong wires in their heads no matter what. Mine is teeth; people fucking up their teeth, pain in my teeth, ect, makes me crazy. So, unless you too know the joys of having teeth as your "thing", some of this may be lost on you.
I had to get two fillings; Upper back teeth, one on either side. This sucked, as they are adult teeth, and now I have to deal with that shit for life. I figured that would be the extent of my problems, I could go home and sulk about it for a bit before I carried on with life with sensative teeth.
The teeth that he was working on have the narrowest roots in your entire mouth, meaning that they can sometimes be very hard to freeze. He froze the surrounding area and then the tooth on the right side. He began drilling and I felt nothing. Then blinding pain and phycological terror. It was most definatly not frozen. It took 6 attempts to freeze the tooth, each time he needed to begin drilling again to find out. Each time it was the same blinding pain, the rush of anxiety, and then my body would relax like I just finished having myself a fit.
I had realized immediatly that he needed to finish his work. I had to just hang in there and let him try to fix it. When he finally got everything finished I looked him in the eye, shook his hand, and thanked him with a straight face. He looked terrified, but he shook my hand and I left.
Now whenever I hear a drill the right side of my face hurts, and the filling "aches". It makes me really uncomfortable, really kicks the flight instincts into gear. It bothers me that I have a anxiety trigger now, likely an undiagnosed post tramatic stress disorder, and that no amount of self exposure has resolved it. This was the most painful, and damaging, thing that ever happened to me. Its the only thing that has had effects that have never gone away.
This one time I totally like, was walking outside and my fucking shoe came untied and I tripped on the shoelace and landed on my hands, it took a little bit of the skin off and I cried and went home to my mom.
Broken shoulder, couldn't feel shit at first. After that, holy balls.
Having the chain of my bike jam and getting flung off of it and sliding face first down an entire street.
After I crashed I sat up and the realization hit me that the red stuff all over my body and puddling in my lap was blood.
Luckily a lady who worked as a nurse just happened to be driving by, saw me, and drove me home.
I had cuts all over my body, it felt like my skin had been ripped off and my nerves were exposed. No matter what part of my body anything touched it was incredibly painful.
Nothing was extremely serious though, so I didn't need to go to the hospital or anything.
I once stepped on a rusty long nail, which penetrated central muscle group. My right foot was bandaged for an entire Summer which sucked.
Now after taking off the bandages, seeing the stitch, well... my left foot is now 'attracted' or connected to the right foot so I don't need to feel the air coming through the stitch which is very uncomfortable and unbearable.
Well i could call myself quite good at standing pain, mental pain, now that's where it gets you.
But near my house theres a long, long hill, me and my family where on a bike ride, and on the way down the hill, me and my brother decided to see how fast we could go. I hit 40Mph by the bottom, but unfortunately i didn't exactly "make" it. I hit something, swerved into a fence like thing, flipped over the bike (with some difficulty of course, lots of hits on the way over) was flung back onto the path and slid for about 20 metres (It was quite a new path) And to top it all off, this happened quick enough for my brother to run me in the ribs at roughly half the speed, making more or less the same thing happen to him. We both finally slid to a halt, with surprisingly intact bikes with skinless hands and other various cuts and bruises. Interestingly i was quite ok, and instead thought "Awesome." Oh and it turns out i'd hit a tiny patch of pebbles some idiot had thrown onto the path.
I think whenever people ask that question though, about a time a thumb tac was upside down and went into my big toe. It went straight through a godamn nerve.I genuinly could not touch the pin as every tiny movement made me scream. I finally ripped it out with some difficulty, but that was a terrible situation.
It's strange with me, small pains like bending my RSI ridden hands backwards slightly when standing up hurt hugely, yet very large pains such as essentially skinning your hands in said accident or in my case, creating a backwards folding piece of skin in your knee after an accident basically caused by cookies are very manageable indeed. Who knows.
Other accidents include:
Flying off a bike and head first into a lampost. with a crowd watching.
Getting your finger caught in a bike chain whilst it's moving very fast. (Man these things are deathtraps)
And my most prolonged injury; My brother jumping off a bed and dropkicking me in the chest, putting one of my rips out of place, and i think he might of broken it. I didn't tell my parents because i didn't want him to get into trouble. It hurts like hell if i laugh too much nowadays. I recently told of the incident, and i think they said something like "It's been too long since the accident. so we wont be able to realign the rib" Damn.
Funnily enough my brother has also given me a number of scars. He's also sort of saved my life a few times so it sort of balances it out. And another bit of irrelevent info is that he's also my identical twin brother.
when i had this big spike stabbed into my foot
then i had to get this big ass needle to be stabbed into it
idk I jumped off a swing set and broke my finger. I didn't do anything about it though. Hurt I guess.
I've never even been hospitalized in my entire life :smug:
When i was a kid i fell on an escalator and broke my two front teeth.
It was probably my most painful experience ever.
Stepping on 2 thumb tacks on Christmas and then putting a staple through my thumbs on the same day. But mainly the thumb tacks in the foot.
Oh wait no when I was like 6 I pushed a gate that only opened a little then bounced back and the metal bar hit me in the mouth and shattered my front tooth, that hurt like a motherfucker.
Broke my hand in a fight. My hand swelled like it had a goddamn golf ball under the pinky.
Chopped the tip of my thumb off with an axe while splitting wood. Just felt like a punch at first, but then I looked down and blood was oozing everywhere O_o I actually felt no pain. I went inside and my mom got it to stop bleeding after 20 to 30 seconds. The actual pain, which I really don't think might be fathomable to a lot of you, is when the nurse cleaned it out. He stuck [b]5[/b] shots of numbing medicine in between the first joint and second joint off my thumb. I could feel each shot ripping the skin, and while the nurse was doing this, he told me "you know, i've never had to put shots into a thumb before. Everyone says it's easy though" I nearly shat brix. The shots proved half affective; to clean out the open wound, they took this squirt-gun contraption and shot it straight in the middle of the wound. I felt a bit of it. I feel light headed thinking about it :ohdear:
When I was 9 or so I had a wide piece of glass slice my leg up pretty bad. Ended up with 19 stitches.
I got hit by a truck once.
I broke too many bones to remember all of them. :sigh:
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