when i was little i rode this little plastic tricicle down this hill. I stuck my legs out and wasn't peadiling so i had no control over the breaks. Then suddeny my head slammed into a mailbox gashing my forehead ouch now i have a couple stiches there. I don't really rember it but im sure it hurt like ****. Ive also broken my leg and my arm.
Ouch, that sounds like it hurt.
This reminds me of a story about pain--not my worst by far, but it certainly scared the crap out of me at the time, considering I wasn't very old.
So I was riding my bicycle down a fairly steep hill. Apparently, the gears or...something on my bike got all messed up, and before I went out riding my bike, I "fixed" it. I thought I had fixed it, but it apparently was still liable to uh...mess up again.
So I'm going down this steep hill and letting myself go really fast because that's what I always did, braking near the end. So I'm at about the middle of the hill (it's pretty long) and trying to prepare the brakes only...I move my foot backwards on the pedal and, it doesn't work. I push harder and the pedal is going counter-clockwise rapidly. By this time, I was so freaked out that I was going to crash at the end that I just tipped my bike over. I got a couple of scrapes, but had I gone any further I probably would've crashed into the curb at the bottom and gone flying into a house.
I have horrible Carpal Tunnel Syndrome in both wrists and next Thursday they will attach wires to my arm and electrocute me to see how bad the nerves are blocked. After that, my arms will be put on a stretcher to depressurize them.
About a year ago, I was getting some neosporin, when the cap fell into a drawer. I reached into it, felt a pick, then pulled my hand out to see it covered in blood. I sliced the sip of my finger with an open razor blade. My finger was flat on one side.
In 7th grade, I broke my foot. The PE teacher said I couldn't have because I wasn't cry, due to the fact I was still in shock. He grabbed my big toe and cracked it saying, "See that would have made you cry." He then made me walk to the office, about 60 or so feet away. I blacked out. On the way to the car, my mom and teacher were carrying me, my teacher lost her grip, and I caught myself with my broken foot.
Oh jeez, that sounds awful--all three of those. I had a PE teacher like that once...only worse. My friend had a DOCTOR'S NOTE saying they couldn't participate (due to an operation with their teeth) and he said "Oh, we're not going to be throwing anything around." and made them participate anyways. I always hated PE teachers. Then again, I'm kind of an uber geek so that might explain that...
My worst pain ever phsyically would have to be two experiences. Well, four technically.
Three times I've had an upper Endoscopy done. I swear, it hurts to eat or drink anything for the next 3 days. Even if you drink soup it hurts. Not only can you not have any truly solid foods for 3 days unless you want to be in extreme pain, but you're in pain anyways. Heck, it even hurts to swallow normally.
Also, earlier this year (and for part of last year) I had an ingrown toenail. It didn't hurt a whole lot at once, and by the end I had pretty much become accustomed to the pain, but it hurt almost constantly, like a throbbing pain, and whenever I put my foot down it hurt, too. The worst part was that I didn't get around to getting it removed until about 4 months of having it. I swear to god I'd rather cut off my foot than go through that again. And if anyone stepped on my toe? Urgh, horrible pain.
My worst pain ever emotionally would have to be one time many years ago.
I've had a history of choking thoughout my life, until I was diagnosed with Acid Reflux and was put on medication for it. Even when I was an infant, I was apparently choking. So choking, while sort of a scary experience, obviously, had become kind of routine and almost not a big deal at all. This time, however, I took too big of a piece of Flank Steak and choked on it. I was given the Heimlich Maneuver many times, and it still wasn't coming out. Fortunately, it got just out of my airway, but it was still stuck in there. 911 had to be called and I was taken to the hospital. Every time I tried to swallow at this point, with the Flank Steak stuck in my throat, a little bit of saliva came out of my mouth. So I was taken away to the hospital and they tried all sorts of ways to try and relax my throat and push it down, etc. I must've gone to the hospital at, what, 6:45 PM? Eventually they bit the bullet and did surgery to get it out. So I was pretty much fine, but by the time I got out of the hospital it was 3 AM. So yeah, that was definitely the worst experience of my life.
