title pretty much says it all, I for one had MANY somewhat grievous injuries, but there was a certain injury that made me see day-stars, was when I got stabbed with a piece of glass on my wrist, lotta of blood.
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Reading your threads hahaha.
I once fell headfirst into the ground from a dangerous height. I was lucky enough to not even crack my skull but the pain that ensued shortly after is still something I haven’t forgotten.
Jaw surgery to line up my upper and lower teeth. Morphine didn’t help.
Splitting open my ass on a soap dish, I was 6 at the time… ended up with a 6" gash that was about 2" deep.
Then there was the time I dove head first into the wall of the pool. Scraped the shit out of my shoulder and part of my face.
I got shot once in the abdomen. Don’t let anyone fool you, you feel it. And it fucking hurts. I also broke my toe once. Like, in half basically.
I went backpacking and got a horrible infected ingrown toenail on my left big toe. A doctor was along, and he had some of his implements with him just in case, so he got out a pair of forceps and surgical scissors and tried to pry away the nail and excise the ingrown portion. No anesthetic. We did this twice, because it didn’t work the first time.
They ended up having to send a truck out to take me back to base camp for proper surgery.
When I was four and my head was still squishy I was playing with a “friend” of mine who was thirteen, and for some reason I threw a teeny-tiny rubber Buzz Lightyear toy at him. Then he retaliated, and, with precision aim, hit me in the forehead, with a 2 foot wide model airplane, made out of METAL. I can still see the white scar on my head where it hit, although only barely due to now having hair that covers my chin.
I walked into someone’s backswing on a golf course once. Left a nice scar on my head, too. (People at summer camp started calling me “Harry Potter” after that, which honestly was an improvement from my previous nicknames.)
Then there was the time I flipped an SUV. That was fun. (Not.) Didn’t really get hurt though, the pain was mostly in the pocketbook.
Fell out of a car when I was a kid, been hit in the head with an axe, broke three bones playing football, received 74 wasp stings and ended up in the hospital, skidded on a gravel parking lot after tripping during a school sponsored foot race and tore my rotator cuff at another time but, NOTHING compares to the pain from an abscessed tooth. Struck me on a Friday around 5PM and ended up purchasing every product on the shelf over the night to stop the pain but nothing helped. I finally found a dentist 30 miles away who was open on Saturday to give me pain medication.
^ the thread finished at the tooth. It’s over guys, good game.
I was going to go on about the time I pissed blood, but okay 
I was once flying a kite when the string got wrapped around my arm and basically lynched it for a few moments until I got it off. It probably wasn’t the most painful thing, but there’s still a long thin scar on my arm nearly a decade later.
The most painful might just be the ear infection I got in middle school. I didn’t do anything for a week, and spent the entire time curled up on the couch taking huge doses of painkillers just so I could think.
I’ve always been slightly paranoid of that happening to me while flying a kite.
Also, to add to my list of earlier, I took a big ass nail through my ankle once. Couldn’t walk for a week without support for some reason, and my POS abusive step father and druggie mom didn’t want to get it checked. It left a nasty looking scar. Fortunately, I haven’t seem them since I was 8, though I’ve heard she’s cleaned up and he’s dead. Or gone anyways.
I burned the shit out of my left hand and it kept me in a state of agony for days. It was a long ass time ago, and I don’t even remember how it happened (probably being stupid 10 year old me playing with fire). The feeling stayed with me though.
talking about Toothache, I’ve had a bad tooth that caused me excruciating pain that made me pass out, I’ve been hit by a car 2 times and a van 1 time, I got injured in those 3 cases, I swallowed a marble when I was 5 <----(that was almost fatal), I have scars from fights and fallings all over my body, and I broke my leg once, I got electrocuted on my entire left arm that it kept twitching for 1 hour and the place where the electricity entered left a slight burn mark, man those 22 years I’ve been in this life are something
Was climbing a tree once a couple years ago. Got pretty high up and apparently didn’t realize that the branches were getting thinner and weaker, so I continued to step on each one to go higher until finally one of them snapped. I guess I wasn’t high enough to break my leg (or maybe I just got lucky) but I sprained it bad enough that I couldn’t walk right for almost a month.
I can barely remember the most painful thing because it happened so long ago but I do remember screaming in the hospital because of it:
My family had this very old Dodge Dart where the insides were basically falling apart. The fabric on the ceiling had been slowly drooping, creating essentially a rounded ‘bubble’ that kept getting lower and lower over several months. Finally, we ripped the fabric off and left the bare exposed metal. This is important for the story. I’m about 8 or 9 years old. Also important to the story.
Meanwhile, my parents found this dog that we saw “Lost Dog” posters for. The closest one was at a grocery store so my mom and dad left me and my sister alone in the car (the aforementioned Dart) while they took this dog (I think it was a West Highland White Terrier, but that’s not important for the story) to the grocery store bulletin board to find the phone number so that they could call them.
I thought the dog was kind of cute so I turned around in the car to watch my parents take the dog toward the store. In the intervening time between the time that they had left the car and the time that I turned around, a long rigid piece of wire had fallen down halfway; a piece was still connected to the ceiling of the car but the other side had fallen diagonally down. There was this very sharp hook at the end of the wire.
I really don’t know to this day how it happened. The hook had lodged underneath my left eyelid. I panicked and could not get the hook out of my eyelid and I was screaming and my sister was screaming. My parents were too far away by this point to hear the screaming. In such a state, I pulled myself away, and my eyelid tore vertically. I got out of the car, clutching my left eye, catching up to my parents just before they got into the store.
It must have been some sight; I’m holding my eye and blood is streaming down my hands and face. I don’t remember much after that until I was in the ambulance. In the ambulance, I remember I was bandaged up to such an extent that I was essentially blindfolded. The thing I remember doing because they had at least stabilized me to the point where I wasn’t in much pain at that moment, but I tried to impress the ambulance workers with my knowledge of the multiplication tables that I was learning in school.
After that, my memory goes hazy again until I’m in the emergency room’s surgery area. That’s where the real pain began. In order to fix my torn eyelid, they had to use stitches…without the help of anesthesia. I do not know to this day why they did not use it. I do remember screaming like I never screamed before…and flailing around something terrible. Then I felt what felt like a 2x4 being shoved vertically down my back; evidently I was placed in some sort of restraint because the surgeons were unable to properly stitch my eyelid back together while I was essentially insane from agony.
After that, I don’t remember much else. They did a very good job on the stitching, however. If you were to look at my eyelid today, you’d only see a slight white line where the scar is, and a slight seam where my eyelashes are separated in two.
So, yeah, that’s that. I had multiple other injuries as a kid (slicing my middle finger on my left hand open on some dropped sheet metal that was covering the side of a cashier belt, falling off a jungle gym making sure my chin hit every single wooden and metal bar on the way down, and stuff like that) but nothing compared to the pain from that torn eyelid.
I had to watch “insert-shitty-movie-that-only-girls-like”.
Or a broken collarbone (the outer tip of of my right collarbone was located roughly 6cm below the rest of the bone).
OMGEEE reading your stories is like watching horror movies…
Aside from a jaw surgery I wasn’t one time in hospital (except my birth lol), a few scars here and there from playing to wildly my kiddo years but that’s it.
I guess the most painful thing was when I was on a one day trip to the north sea with my friend and on the beach was one of those jumping castles so we went for some fun. The other second, I landed awkward so that I hit myself in the Face with my knee, worse than that, I wore braces that time (a tight one) so the Metal brackets bore into my upper lip, my lip was literally glued to my teeth.
It was on a weekend so we had trouble getting to a dentist that had emergency service. He gave me 3 syringes in my mouth and it still was hella pain when he tattered my lip in order to get it off the brackets.
In the end, he succeeded and I ended up with a scar inside of my lip, so nobody can see from outside.
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