When I broke my arm, but for about 30 seconds, the worst pain I ever had was being stung by a blue bottle that wrapped around my leg 3 times, It got on the back of my knee. I will not forget that soon...
Basically yeah, it's like having the nerves on all your teeth on one side of your face exposed and being poked (Essentially the nerve is misfiring with pain signals) You get places on your face that light touches trigger the attacks, and when I say light I'm talking a mild breeze can be agonising.J03bot said:That's the one where a selection of your nerve endings are basically in constant pain, right?Tallim said:I have Trigeminal Neuralgia so that. Not so much a memory though unfortunately.
I've had some pretty bad migraines in the past, to the point where sitting in a room at dusk with the curtains closed and no lights on still caused such intense pain every time I opened my eyes that I wanted to vomit. And still, I'm pretty sure that was better than the depression. Just that didn't cause any physical pain.
When i was in highschool, there was this guy that i friggin HATED, he was a douchebag, he always tried to start shit with people, and he would steal from everyone. there had been so many times he had been sent to the principals office, and for a while he kept getting suspended, but after our original disciplinary supervisor was fired for being a total badass (just imagine ving rhames, but his job was to take care of the high school's punkasses) we got a new one...and he wasnt very tough, he gave out light sentences, and got to the point where even though this kid was getting in fights, he would just get detention.Counterwise said:Now i just wanna know the back-story to that.hcig said:Getting stabbed
seriously, there is no pain that compares that that shit, especially if you get stabbed with something that isnt sharp, but still punctures.
Yeah I have serious migraines, like that. I usually just lie in bed and tell everyone to leave me alone, it works.Hunter85792 said:Migraines. If I so much as inhaled a breath of air, my head lit on fire, split open and had acid poured onto it. It lasted an entire day and I was screaming for most of it. Not fun at all...
Dammit.wraithian said:Oh, quick edit here--a buddy of mine swears by kidney stones.
Dude, messed up. Did you inform the police? What did you say to the ambulance workers? He should be serving time for battery and assault. The huge hole in your calf could not be overlooked as evidence, could it?hcig said:When i was in highschool, there was this guy that i friggin HATED, he was a douchebag, he always tried to start shit with people, and he would steal from everyone. there had been so many times he had been sent to the principals office, and for a while he kept getting suspended, but after our original disciplinary supervisor was fired for being a total badass (just imagine ving rhames, but his job was to take care of the high school's punkasses) we got a new one...and he wasnt very tough, he gave out light sentences, and got to the point where even though this kid was getting in fights, he would just get detention.Counterwise said:Now i just wanna know the back-story to that.hcig said:Getting stabbed
seriously, there is no pain that compares that that shit, especially if you get stabbed with something that isnt sharp, but still punctures.
well anyways, now this guy is invincible, detention meant nothing to him, and so he was home free to be an asshole. well one day, while harassing a friend of mine, i told him to back off. he kept going. so i pushed him away, and when he came up at me, it was at mid height, so i put up my leg as defense...well, it was about that time that he pulls out an iron rod, and with one stab, sticks it about an inch into my calf
the weird thing was, i didnt feel it at first, but when it came to me, it came hard, moving my leg at all, and using those muscles was so friggin intense, i yanked it out, and he started laughing at me, after throwing it on the ground and attempting to keep my leg from bleeding everywhere, he picked it up, pocketed it, and went on to his business. and you know that bastard didnt get in any trouble for that? which i think was because he was pulling the "black kid in the ghetto" card on the advisors (its something he regularly did to the teachers) since then i had not seen him until he stole 30 dollars worth of crab from me at the beach.
seriously, in broad daylight, on the beach, he grabs my bag of crab and runs off with it...how freaking random is that?
last i heard, he still lives in the ghetto, and he makes money "snitching" for the police (irony being that he is a thief, a drug user, and a liar)
Chancie said:Honestly? Cramps. I've had some where I just want to die. I often compare the feeling to what Aerith must've felt like the moment she died. Just a shooting pain that I think might be comparable to being skewered. ._. Men, you are all lucky.
Also, having the stomach flu. My stomach/insides felt like someone had tied it all in knots and then was trying to rip everything apart. Oh, it was bad. >.> I've had it twice, and both times, I've wanted to die.
So mine's only been internal pain, I think. I've never broken, sprained, cracked, fractured, etc. anything. -knocks on wood-