The most pain you've ever been in

[Kevman]

Yesterday I went jogging around deep in the woods on a trail with my friends. When I got back I saw all these black dots over me and I relized I had chiggers on me.

Fast forward to today and my legs are covered in blisters filled with some yellow liquid. It itches like hell but if I scratch it it burns like shit.

So share some of the most physically painful moments you have had in your life.

[Ack]

I study a martial art, so I've had some painful moments. For instance, yesterday we went over basics, including escaping bear hugs. One of our methods includes closing your hand over theirs in a way that clamps down on their pinky finger like a vise, basically causing it to be crushed and dislocate if done forcefully enough. It's...not a pleasant experience, especially after you've had it done several times in a row.

[Limewater]

I wouldn't say it was the most pain I've ever been in, but I did get stabbed in the heel by a sting ray the summer I turned fifteen. Your heel is actually pretty sensitive, and the poison made it still hurt three hours later as much as it did right after it happened.

After several hours, my dad took me to the emergency room. It turns out, all I needed to do was soak my foot in really hot water to ease the pain. They also gave me a tetanus shot and took an X-ray to make sure there wasn't part of the stinger still lodged in my foot. There wasn't, but they wouldn't have done anything about it anyway if there was, so I don't know why they took the X-ray.

[Original_Name]

So when I was thirteen years old, my cat got really bad fleas. I'd been out for a couple of days, so I hadn't heard the news. I came home and jumped into bed without any inkling of concern, naturally assuming that nothing was in store for me other than a good night's rest. I woke up the next morning and was absolutely covered in fleas; to be honest I was quite startled and let out a quick, concise scream before frantically shaking the lot of them off me. They had gotten everywhere, and I do mean everywhere. As in, no single square inch of me was left without the itchy markings of fleas. Like really, they bit me EVERYWHERE. What I'm trying to say is that they had ventured to my scrotum, amongst other places.

So I walk into the kitchen itching from head to toe, trying to find my father so he might give me some advice. But on the table I notice this box of flea medication for cats; the box reads something along the lines of: "Eliminates fleas and itching, simply apply to your cat's fur". And thus, the stupidest words ever uttered from my lips, verbatim: "Welp, if it works for cats, it'll work for me". I apply the powder all over my body, from head to toe, covering every afflicted area. I leave it on for a moment and it starts to burn just a little bit. "Eh, I should take this stuff off," I reason. So I hop into the shower and turn on the water. The powder begins to fizz up and then suddenly a terrible burning sensation not unlike pressing one's flesh against the eye of a stove engulfs my body; the inflammation coming seemingly from under my flesh, raging out through the pores of my skin leaving flaming destruction in its wake.

I drop helplessly into the fetal position, cupping my burning, aching testicles with my hands as I weep uncontrollably from the immense pain. If there is a hell, friends, it feels something like this. That was not only the most pain I've ever been in, but the last time I ever cried; somehow, nothing moves me to tears anymore after that one outstanding instance of suffering.

[hiphophead34]

Well mine is probably not as bad as Original_Name but when I played high school football I took a hit to my hip as I was running and through the momentum I jammed my leg into the dirt and it caused my knee to tweak. Man it felt like someone took the insides of my knee and just grabbed then and gave them a good shake. It ended up being nothing more than a bruised knee but damn do I remember that pain.

[DaGamingMonkey]

So when I was thirteen years old, my cat got really bad fleas. I'd been out for a couple of days, so I hadn't heard the news. I came home and jumped into bed without any inkling of concern, naturally assuming that nothing was in store for me other than a good night's rest. I woke up the next morning and was absolutely covered in fleas; to be honest I was quite startled and let out a quick, concise scream before frantically shaking the lot of them off me. They had gotten everywhere, and I do mean everywhere. As in, no single square inch of me was left without the itchy markings of fleas. Like really, they bit me EVERYWHERE. What I'm trying to say is that they had ventured to my scrotum, amongst other places.

So I walk into the kitchen itching from head to toe, trying to find my father so he might give me some advice. But on the table I notice this box of flea medication for cats; the box reads something along the lines of: "Eliminates fleas and itching, simply apply to your cat's fur". And thus, the stupidest words ever uttered from my lips, verbatim: "Welp, if it works for cats, it'll work for me". I apply the powder all over my body, from head to toe, covering every afflicted area. I leave it on for a moment and it starts to burn just a little bit. "Eh, I should take this stuff off," I reason. So I hop into the shower and turn on the water. The powder begins to fizz up and then suddenly a terrible burning sensation not unlike pressing one's flesh against the eye of a stove engulfs my body; the inflammation coming seemingly from under my flesh, raging out through the pores of my skin creating flaming destruction in its wake.

I drop helplessly into the fetal position, cupping my burning, aching testicles with my hands as I weep uncontrollably from the immense pain. If there is a hell, friends, it feels something like this. That was not only the most pain I've ever been in, but it was the last time I ever cried; somehow, nothing moves me to tears anymore after that one outstanding instance of suffering.

That sounds like something you'd see in a movie. Damn!
I was hoping you wouldn't put the powder on you when I was reading.
Belongs in an american pie movie. Or a Ben Stiller movie (something about mary, Meet the parents etc.)


Most of my stuff was through skating.
Took a board to the face which left a nice scar and some gum damage.
Didn't hurt as bad as it hurt my confidence at school w/ girls.

Broke my collar bone skating as well, fell off a rail.
That hurt. Also very uncomfortable while healing. Sleeping and showering is a task.

Both of those happened within 2 months of each other so I had quite the stock pile of vicodin to get me through it

[jp1]

I've had a few broken bones, which sucked of course. I've had a sunburn so bad that my entire back and chest had basically turned into 1 giant blister..constant agony. I was also hit by a car and got a pretty serious knock to the head which wasn't too painful due to being knocked out cold.

The worst pain by far was sticking my hand into the ash pile of a giant bonfire a couple days after it went out. I was young and stupid and I don't even know why I did it. I assumed it would be cooled off but was I ever wrong. It was like sticking your hand in a deep fryer. It was in the most intense and unrelenting pain I can remember for roughly a week.

EDIT: I have to add though that I have 3 kids and after having witnessed childbirth first hand, I would take ANYTHING over that.

[PharmaceuticalCowboy]

I have chronic kidney stones (every other year usually). The pain of pissing a rock out of your penis shames anything else here...

[Hobie-wan]

My worst was having melted burning plastic drip on my hand.

At an early stage on my parent's house being built when I was younger, we were burning some stuff and I was watching the fire. Among the stuff being burned was some of the heavy black plastic that is used in pouring slabs and landscaping. I had been poking and tending the fire with an old broom that had passed its useful days. If you've never seen a puddle of burning plastic, it sits there bubbling and burning kind of like lava. I poked the fire, then not thinking, pulled the poker out and held it like a walking staff, fire end up. I heard the familiar ziiiiiiiiiip of dripping, flaming plastic as it fell onto my hand. Yes it was only a single drop, but you can't do anything about getting molten plastic off you until it cools and solidifies enough to peel it off, along with whatever flesh it had bonded with.

In retrospect I probably should have gone and dunked it in water and left it there until it healed and fell off. Its only a small drop sized scar, but it reminds me to not zone out when working with anything hot. Even though I'm very pain tolerant now, I can't imagine what a large 2nd or 3rd degree burn would be like.

[the7k]

I have plenty of urological problems that no doctor has ever been able to figure out. Usually about once every year, I'll get the worst kind of pain that I've ever felt in my entire life. If I have to go places, I have to wrap a bag of ice around my testicles just so that I'm as numb as I can be, which still isn't nearly enough.

Good times.