Most Pain You've Endured?

Oh I forgot about when I was five I lit a fire cracker and asked my brother when I should throw it. He screamed “NNNNOOOWWW” and when I put my arm back to throw it, it exploded. Got me in my right ear and right hand bad which promptly swelled up, and turned several colors.

No hospital, no doctor. It sounded like I was standing next to a smoke detector that had gone off. Had to sit on the porch with my throbing blasted hand in a bucket of crushed ice while the grown-ups continued with their 4th of July party inside with the air conditioning.

Angry chicken if you don’t mind me asking what wre you in prison for…and what encouraged the fight to get stabbed 5 times?

Oh. I forgot about the one time I was sledding. Well, being pulled around on sleds by my dad’s 3-wheeler. I decided to use the middle sled and fell off. The rope ran across my face cutting my cheek down to the flesh. From right below the ear to about an 1-2inches over the other side of my mouth. I was told I would have a permanent scar there.

Not even a mark and hair grows in just fine.

That shit HURT though. Luckily there was plenty of snow around to apply cold to it…

[quote]rasturai wrote:
Angry chicken if you don’t mind me asking what wre you in prison for…and what encouraged the fight to get stabbed 5 times?[/quote]

Armed Robbery.

And I got stabbed on five SEPARATE occasions over three and a half years, not one fight. The reasons were varied. Sometimes it was because they owed me money and thought it would be cheaper to kill me than to pay me. One time I think it was just because I was white, and they wanted to get a little status by killing me in front of a room full of people… Another time it was to steal my commissary.

It doesn’t really take much if you know what I mean. A lot of “lifers” just don’t care about anything anymore. They will already spend the rest of their life locked up, so who cares about one more body? And that’s even if it gets to a “street charge”. Most CO’s are too lazy to do the paperwork, so they don’t bother to do anything about it (at least that’s how it was back in the early 90’s)

I got in a lot of fights. I was cut more than five times, but most of the other cuts were superficial so I don’t really count them as being “stabbed”.

I’ve busted my head open several times. I have a scar that runs the length of my eyebrow directly above my left eyebrow, and a small indention in the skull that fortunately isn’t visible, you can just feel it. My skull was exposed but no one would let me see it.

I’ve broken my right wrist 3 times, my left twice.

I shattered both my right hand and right elbow in seperate incidents. Thumb doesn’t “wrap right” but it’s not too bad, and my elbow gives me a bit of trouble from time to time.

Broken basically every finger and toe, but have a country tough mom that didn’t believe in doctors unless something was really wrong. Apperantly fingers, toes and ankles don’t count. Broke my ankle playing ball when I was 16 or 17, but my mom had kicked me out of the house and said whatever I did to break it I shouldn’t have been doing.

My ankle was the size of a cantaloupe for awhile and I couldn’t walk right, let alone run for several months. That sucked. The pinky on my right hand is about twice the width it should be and doesn’t bend or straighten all the way for similar reasons.

The index finger on my right hand was mauled by a lemur. I have a 9 stich scar from where that fucking thing bit me. The skin was flapped over and the bone was completely exposed. That hurt.

When I was 15 or 16 I got in a fight with the wrong guy and several of his friends jumped me. I got busted in the back of the head with a liqour bottle, dragged to the front yard and thrown head first into a fire hydrant. I’ve got 6 fake teeth to show for that one. I did knock the guy out though.

Tore the meniscus in my right knee, had two chunks break off and get under the knee cap. They would occasionally “catch” and I’d eat shit whenever it happened. The docs who did the surgery did an awful job and I still have a small tera that sometimes buckles me.

There’s a shit ton more, but honestly maybe the worst pain is the diagnosed severe tendonitis I have in my left knee. It’s getting better due to taking care of it, but at it’s worst that shit is damn near unbearable. Oh yeah, I’ve had both gonorrhea and clamidia. Those were pretty gnarley.

found out that my bestfriend is gay…

[quote]Pullups wrote:
found out that my bestfriend is gay… the hard way[/quote]

You win

Was bumper hitching when I was in HS in Cleveland. Basically you just waited at an intersection for a car to come to a stop then grab the back bumper and hang on while your feet slide on the packed snow and ice as they pull you to your destination. Bad thing is, you never see the patch of bare concrete till its too late = Face plant and if you were doing this bare handed, like me, palms get shredded pretty bad. Blood in the snow contrasts nicely…

[quote]ucallthatbass wrote:

[quote]msd0060 wrote:
Testicular torsion my freshman year of high school. Ouch.[/quote]

I’ve had 2 you pussy, walk that shit off for 5 mins and your fine. When it happens it feels like you get kicked in the balls out of nowhere. When it twists back it’s like getting booted in the balls again.[/quote]

AHAHHA So thats what that was. Yeah wouldnt consider that terrible pain.

Family members suddenly passing away. It makes you stronger tho.

More recently I didnt have internet for 8months meaning no porn. But not anymore :smiley:

During a surf trip in Baja a buddy and I dropped by a local taco stand at around 11 pm. We hadn’t eaten anything since lunch so I was on an empty stomach. While they were whipping up my order of a couple tacos and a torta, I spied a pile of grilled habaneros. I popped one in my mouth and started chewing. After swallowing it, I reached for another one. Right about then, I started sweating pretty bad. My order was ready and I sat down to eat. About half way through, I start feeling this burning sensation in the pit of my stomach. About 5 minutes later, I can’t sit up or stand up straight because of the pain. My buddy hands me the keys to the car and goes to pay. I got to my feet and started down the sidewalk toward the car.

By now, I’m in more pain than I’ve ever been in in my life. It literally felt like there was fire in my stomach that would burn through, melting everything in its path. As I staggered toward the car, my field of vision started tunneling to about the diameter of a regular sized cup. I lost all feeling in my hands and feet and I fell to the pavement. One of the locals was looking down at me asking what’s wrong. I couldn’t even piece 2 words together to tell him “help me”. At this point, I’m sure I’m going to die by acids burning their way through my digestive system and I would bleed out. My Mexican birth certificate would read “death by habanero”.

My buddy finally caught up to me and got me up and in the car. I rode the rest of the way, hunched over in the passenger seat. Once we got to where we’d crash for the night, my buddy asks me if I needed any help. In reality, I just wanted to stay put. I didn’t want to move. After a few minutes, I gathered the courage to get out of the car but I immediately crumpled down to the floor and began to crawl my way toward the front door. I got inside and lay down on the bed curled up for the rest of the night and over the next 6 hours the pain subsided. My buddy was apparently really worried/scared that he’d have to locate and take me to some Mexican hospital in the middle of the night. But I learned something that’ll stay with me forever. Never eat a habanero on an empty stomach.

Put my hand through a 100yo window.
First day on the job(window installation)and i fuck up royaly.

When I was a kid I would get ‘cramps’(that’s what my mom told me they were…) that would cripple me for hours until I would finally vomit and the pain would go away. Turns out it was a problem with my appendix, and it bursting is probably the most painful thing I can ever imagine(granted I was 12 so pain tolerance not super duper high). At least I don’t get the ‘cramps’ anymore though.

When I was 14 I had a compound fracture/dislocation of my pinky on my right hand playing some basketball. I actually didn’t notice at first, but when I started dribbling(left handed) and brought my off hand up the other kids freaked out, started pointing and yelling and whatever. When I checked it out myself the pain finally rushed in(I dunno how that works out, we humans are weird), and it was pretty crippling.

Being young probably factors into both of those, although I’m not sure there’s any ‘pain tolerance’ for a burst appendix like there is for broken appendages(hi football, how are you).

[quote]Marzouk wrote:
Im 23 and must be the luckiest guy on this site (hope i’m not tempting fate), the worst pain i’ve ever had is either toot ache, sorre throat, a couple of cuts here and there. No broken bones, no real hospitalisations, no diseases, no tears of anything. No dislocations, no car crashes no accidents, am pretty fuckin lucky really.[/quote]
Same here.
Sucks to be some of you.
I want a pic of AngryChicken.

[quote]legendaryblaze wrote:

[quote]Marzouk wrote:
Im 23 and must be the luckiest guy on this site (hope i’m not tempting fate), the worst pain i’ve ever had is either toot ache, sorre throat, a couple of cuts here and there. No broken bones, no real hospitalisations, no diseases, no tears of anything. No dislocations, no car crashes no accidents, am pretty fuckin lucky really.[/quote]
Same here.
Sucks to be some of you.
I want a pic of AngryChicken.[/quote]

Maybe you guys should be trying a little harder.

its a toss up between getting my ribs and sternum broken sparring with a 300+# white belt, or the 2nd and 3rd degree burns on both arms from fingertip to bicep/delt area.

I’ve had a laundry list of injuries, but those sucked the most.

It’s not original… but dislocating my shoulder (a second time) playing touch rugby, then waiting around while people decided what to do. Driving to hospital over bumpy as fuck road… then waiting 4 hours before the doc decided to put it back in. Apparently my liver is stupid or some such thing and pain killers don’t really don’t much.

[quote]Pullups wrote:
found out that my bestfriend is gay…[/quote]

Dude, been there. I was over at this guys for a sleep over when I was probably in grade 6. I was trying to go to sleep when he told me, “if you asked me to give you a blowjob, I would.” It was beyond awkward.

Then I made out with his sister. That was pretty cool.

Spinal Tap

I’m a masochist to the T but yeah…this made me pass out

and one time I got my septum pierced and the girl didnt know what she was doing…ugh

Being born. Lucky I can’t remember it.