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whats the most painful thing that ever happened to you?

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DeletedUser40473

i jumped off a 17 foot tall building and then lifted motor heads for 4 hours, i was fine till the next day.

i will think of something else later
 

DeletedUser40473

nah they are a figamitation of my imaginariation
(i now i spelled that wrong i meant to)
 

Godly Luke

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1. You.
2. Having to get an iv put in 3 times in quick succession and having to get blood drawn 8 times In quick succession this all took place in a 20 minute time span
3. Getting hooked by a fishing pole
 

DeletedUser28147

Seeing another thread started by you.
Spraining my ankle so severely that everyone thought it was probably fractured before they had a chance to x-ray it.
 

Lancer

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On May 6th, 2011 , I was working two jobs at the time. One was 3pm -11pm working at a highly rated 4 star resort called Rocky Gap Hotel and Golf Resort ( now it's Rocky Gap Hotel, Casino, and Golf Resort), and the other one was actually two different newspaper routes that I did from 1am - 6am. It contained a total of 225 papers. From the time I got home from the hotel until the time that I left for the papers I didn't get to rest because I was preparing the newspapers for delivery.

This was indeed wearing me down with the lack of rest I was getting at the time. For over a month straight, I consistently caught myself falling asleep at the wheel on the way home from the hotel or on my way to get the papers. Several times I had near misses with tractor trailers and such.

On that fateful day, around 6 am, I was in my 2000 dodge neon and I fell asleep at the wheel once again and woke up to a solid impact followed by several spins and then another really solid impact. I had clipped another vehicle (bronco) head on and caused his vehicle to roll over and it sent me into a 360 and finally ending up cemented into the guardrail. Thankfully, the other driver walked out on his own power. I was trapped inside my vehicle and it was in the guardrail so much that the front drivers side axle and steering column, basically the entire front clip was pushed back into my body. They had to use the jaws of life to release the pressure of the front clip from my legs and cut the roof off to get me out. I knew that my left arm and left leg was broken. It felt like the bone was sticking through the skin. They also noticed that my stomach was rock solid, meaning I had internal bleeding. They put me into the helicopter and got me to the hospital where I spent the next 26 days.

I had to basically learn how to walk again. I had to have two plates and six screws placed in my left forearm, 2 screws near my left knee that held that end of the rod in and another screw up at the top of my thigh to hold that end of the rod to my femur. I had broke my femur in 3 places and it also had a splintered fracture on the inside thigh. I also had to have a coil or spring of some sort placed inside my spleen.

Ever since that day, my life had changed so much. Now I am so very cautious of my driving as well as others. I always think about the worst case scenario of an accident that doesn't kill me but leaves me in unspeakable conditions. It has definitely affected me mentally in that aspect.

I have recovered greatly, but I still experience problems from this incident from time to time.
 

RazorbackPirate

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Physically - Being paralyzed for 6 months and having to learn to walk again. During this entire time and for over a year afterward, I had a constant pins and needles sensation in my hands, feet and legs. The same sensation you get when your foot is asleep, but all over.

Emotionally - The first time I went to visit my father with Alzheimer's and he no longer had any clue who I was.
 

Super Catanian

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Recently, my grandfather (my mother's side) of 86 years of age left to Mexico after a huge argument with the rest of the family. Don't know what exactly could have triggered such a scream fest, but it got physical, and both my grandfather and father (who tried to stop him) were hurt, although my grandfather's injuries are unknown to me. That man had developed something that reminded me of King Saul; letting himself slowly lose his sanity and becoming a terrible person, physically and mentally. He stopped being grateful for the sacrifices that his family (including an uncle of mine) made just to take care of him and my grandmother and making sure they were healthy. After a while, he took to nagging and complained about everything, even about our family, until the incident I mentioned above.
That man is dead to me, and will remain like that until he fixes his attitude. As I type this with enraged fingers, I will let others know that no way in hell will I let myself be called his grandson. What little sympathy and respect I had left for him is gone, reduced to atoms (no, I have not seen Endgame). And, while I would never wish calamity upon any foe of mine, I hope he knows that he needs to be with his family; that it's for his own good and for his safety.
 
In 2012 I contracted acute pancreatitis because of my inherited high triglycerides. The first hospital I went to screwed up badly resulting in me losing my pancreas, spleen, gall bladder, a bunch of intestines, abdominal muscle, and my left kidney. I was in a coma for three months and spent a year in Mount Sinai in NYC. I had to learn to walk again and spent the last seven years in and out of the hospital. A recent surgery changed a great many things and my health has markedly improved. I am still not well, but I'm better than I have been in years, aside from the PTSD I now suffer from. I know a great deal about pain, but I am still much luckier than many other people. There is no lack of suffering out there.
 

DeletedUser42469

Having my daughter pass away in my arms from a rare cancer. What she went through was.....no child/children should ever have to go through, she was a fighter tho and always smiled, she was 9yrs old one month before turning 10 when she passed. Losing someone is the worst pain and losing a child is the worst of the worst pain, its like my heart has been taken out of my chest and is in heaven with her, And my whole body hurts 24/7 of every day thinking of her and wishing she was here. Thinking of the last things she said to me..mommy make it stop hurting and there was nothing i could do, hospice nurse was there but with no morphine for her to pass comfortable ahhh i hope no other child has to suffer like mine did with a irresponsible nurse!
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Emberguard

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Having my daughter pass away in my arms from a rare cancer.
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Super Catanian

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This one is more about physical pain rather than the emotional pain I felt from my last post in this thread.

A few weeks ago, I was working outside with my father at our garage (the large door was open, exposing us to the elements). The reason was because a possum had broken into our house, so I was helping him seal the door more properly to prevent future incidents. While doing so, I contracted fleas (my father somehow didn't get them, probably due to his proper footwear) on both of my legs and on my right arm. A few appeared on my neck and waist. Some of the bitemarks got really big, and me scratching them did not help. One of the bite marks on my right leg got to be the size of my fingernail, and it would bleed sometimes. Showering was a pain as the water entered the unprotected wounds. I never thought that they were fleas until I took a closer look. As I rolled up my pants to inspect the bite marks, I saw one of those bastards walking around my non-shaved leg. My freaked-out self immediately took action. Medication, ointment, gauze; everything.
I am doing better now; the bleeding has stopped. That really big would is now smaller, so all I have to do is resist the temptation of scratching them. I hope nobody else has to experience that sort of mini-plague.
 
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