I witnessed my wife getting one of those... I know exactly what you're talking about.

I don't think she felt a whole lot of anything post-epidural though.

Recovery was quite a pain in the.. well, er hmmmm...

 

when i was 14 i did my best "evil knevil" jump in the woods and promptly crashed in a heap and ended up with a plastic right eye socket.. that hurt..

when i was 16 i got run over by a club cab duallie pick-up while i was in a motorized go-cart..it was direct drive so you needed a push to get it going..

we got it going alright...went flying down the driveway..steering wheel came off in my hands...i ended up going under the truck (while it was passing the driveway) inbetween the front wheels and the back wheels... 318 stiches later..that hurt...

20 yrs ago i got all tangled up in my lathe at work and ended up with a perminant "seargents stripe" scar on my left arm..98 stitch adventure..that was annoying at best...

dislocating my left shoulder in a hockey game?now that F*c*i*n HURT!!!!! by far the worst pain ever imagineable

(i just need 2 more stitches to make 500 )

...zap!

 

Kidney stone no question. Absolutely dropped me to my knees. I could barely talk, breath, or move. I live 3/4 mile from the hospital but had to call my wife to drive me there. Morphine is a wonderful thing

 

my most sincere apologies, lol. sorry, should have checked back sooner on this, its not actually getting it done that hurts, its not waiting til they are healed to try them out thats bad. the p.a. was years ago, and the ladder i got last saturday, the p.a. i waited a while, the ladder, well, only about 2 hours there

 

geez that freaked me out....when they came at her with that needle and told her not to move...

"No kidding honey please don't move....I've seen conduit smaller than that thing"

By blood line would have died out if it were up to me.

 

Geez man....I thought they did that stuff as torture...

Whatever floats your boat but if anyone attempted that crap on me it would staring down the barrel of my .45.

 

. . you're not kidding!!

 

the prince albert was actually used back in the victorian days, when they wore the tight pants.... the would use it to keep their package to the side, kind of safety pin it to the pants

 

I have two, that kinda relate to one another.

First, being about 6 or 7 years old, I got attacked by a mutt that ripped my scalp open. My skull was perfectly visable for all to see, a nice big patch of hair and skin hanging off. (yes, later on in life I returned and shot the dog covertly) It took an unnumerable about of disolving stiches and 27 staples to put my head back together. I still to this day have the staples in a book. Fortunately, I was in such shock when it happened, that I didn't really know how bad it was till later on when I saw pictures. THe kinda ironic ending to that story, was that back then I had a little chow chow. She was a mean azz mo fo, and was fully pregnant at the time. While I am getting chewed on by this dog, the only thing I really remember was seeing her come up out of the corner of my eye and began visciously attacking that dog. She liked to ripped him to shreds, most likely he was worse off than me in the end. Funny thing was, as soon as I got away (I had no idea the injury sustained, I got up and ran into a neighbors house) she left that dog laying there bleeding and sat next to the door pawing at it looking at me. (it was a glass door and I was sitting 6 feet away at a table with a friends mom, whose face turned ghost white at the sight of me) That dog never left my side, and undoubtedly saved my life. I had 3 more chows after her. Only having young children has kept me from having more of them.

The second, was later on when I was about 12 we were out building a fort in the woods, 20 feet or so up in a tree, and we had rigged up this pulley system for pulling chit up to the top. Well, as I stooooooopidly enough stand underneath, we are pulling up a freshly pilfered 5 gallon bucket full of nails to the top so we can add on another level. Long story short, the damn pulley system didn't meet osha standards and gave way, splitting my head open in the same dam spot where the dog had done his numer that few years earlier. Nasty wound it was, another round of stiches and staples. Needless to say, by the time I was 21 I was aleady starting to shift toward center cut bald spot.

 

Compound fracture of the femur....LARGEST bone in the body...nuff said

 

Speed wobble...is not fun. Been there, done that, left a lot of skin and blood on the pavement. I ride my trucks super, super, super, super tight, then again I don't bomb hills either.

 

Sports related...

The first time I ever sprained my ankle playing basketball, I thought that was the most pain a human could endure. It was excruciating. After 20 or so times, it's no big deal. It hurts for a while then it dulls. Not even close to a rock in the anus after a 20 ft. fall.

I had a hamstring cramp while sprinting a 1/4 mile. That was indescribably painful. It probably only lasted for about 5 minutes; but, I still remember it as being the longest 5 minutes of my life. Rock to anus still wins.

Has anyone ever saw one of these. It's a piece of football training equipment. Imagine a steel pole, about 3 inches in diameter, suspended from a spring loaded runner. Around the pole there is supposed to be a punching bag style practice dummy. The object is to hit the dummy and drive it back about 15 ft. till it locks. When you've cleared the area in front of the dummy, a lever is pulled to release the lock and it slams back into the starting position... Hard. It takes a great deal of effort to push the dummy all the way back. The dummy is removed after use and stored inside the school; but, the rest of the equipment is too large. It was left out where any idiot can play with it, without the dummy attached. I was about 12 or so years old; and, I was one of the idiots that was playing with it. To make a long story short, I was standing in front of the pole when someone released it. I woke up with stitches, a concussion, and a headache that lasted for a week... even with medication, it hurt like hell. Rock + Anus = Still Worse.


Broken bones, dislocated fingers, wrist, and shoulder. Hyper extended knee and elbow. The only thing that comes close to... Well, you know what, is a strained lower back and migraine headaches. On second thought... Nah.

 

I've got two...

Tore two muscles in half when diving to make a save my junior year of HS (soccer -- I was a goal keeper). That still bothers me... in fact, it's tight right now because of all the damn moisture in the air.

Second...

About a year ago -- had a pulpotomy on a molar... basically, that's when they drill in as far as they can to see if they can get a cavity the size of pluto without hitting the nerve... well, they hit the nerve. This is also when I learned that percocet doesn't work for me -- well, not on the pain. It made me sit there and cry like a baby for no reason what so ever... I mean, I was hurting but, not so bad that I was crying -- it was the drugs. LOL!

 

It's a pain I have suffered more than once. My eyes and brain are usually killing me after after reading many a post on this forum. The spelling and grammar are, quite often, so awful as to cause my brain to implode and my eyeballs to explode.

The mistakenly interchangeability of "then" and 'than" alone is enough to cause a cerebral hemorrhage.

Please y'all, for the sake of all that is good (not to mention the well-being of my children) buy an english primer (yeah, I know, the official language is now Spanglish) and read it.

 

What we women go through to ensure continuation of the species

Our second son was 2 pounds heavier than our first, I feel your pain, literally!