I was carrying a big glass pane and there was a tiny invisible crack in it that couldn't sustain the weight of the 40 pound glass table top. So it cracked and a huge shard went through my left forearm, deep enough to severe muscles and nerves, but leaving some tendons visible at first. There was a pool of blood and a spray pattern from my cut on the porch in which the glass broke by the time the ambulance there.
Put my head through a car windshield and flew into traffic. Don't remember much, but my deal with the Gods was clear...I would sacrifice it all for immortality.
yeaah brother, it was like cmon, u think that lil shit gon keep me down, i coulda took 3 or 4 of those in the chest like it wasnt a thang, to that other brother, takin a slug doesnt hurt in the moment, but after a few mins it feels like someone stuck a screwdriver into me and then heated it up while it was inside of me til the metal melted
Ya I always imagined it would fell kinda like being branded or something. Like taking a baseball thrown at full speed then a burning pain
We had alot of rats in the house when I was a kid and I got a respiratory infection. I tried to skid stop sideways on my bike the handle bars didn't have rubber, so the ends were sharp as fuck, when I went to do the trick the handle bar pointed towards my side and cut me open, and I still have a big ass scar, it pulsates and hurts sometimes after eight years. When I was 10 or 11 I'm pretty sure some was really really wrong with me, my parents avoided me the whole day for some weird reason, I kept on throwing up and while laying in my bed I go get some water and If the water was too cold or too hot I would instantly throw up, I couldn't eat either. I then went to my bed fell asleep and when I woke up I had to throw up again, then when I tried to stand up and walk and my whole body just collapsed on the ground I had to crawl to the bathroom to throw up...my parents didn't say or do anything.
bro they poisoned you, like in sixth sense [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AAs-1kNRfX8]Scene with 6th Sense - YouTube[/ame]
I've been in severe physical pain several times. One of the worst was getting stabbed in the face, no idea how I didn't end up fucked up though it hurt like a bitch.
oh the pain endured when it hits your head. its like a bright light and suction of air pulled from ur face pounding in your head. damn i need to lay back from huge bong rips..
I had surgery and they left a 3 inch or more deep surgical wound, and about 4 inches long, or 5. I had a doctor/surgeon unpack it and put his hand in it without pain medication. Fuckin' hurt like shit, far worse than what was wrong before the surgery. My brother in law told me about soldiers who break their spine jumping from very tall vehicles, I forget what its call, but its a massive vehicle. Same size as one of those large dirt movers youd see in above ground mining with the massive bed for hauling dirt nearby and no back-gate. Cant imagine the pain with all the nerves that run along the spine.
When I was like 8, somehow I was near the stove and my shirt caught on fire. Burned the right side of my hip with some 2nd degree burns, I remember crying every night when I had to take the ointment and meds every night lmao. It was definitely the worst pain I've had. Now I'm 19, and the scar has receded to about the size of a hockey puck.
I was 13 playing rugby and its a physical sport, no padding, only a gum shield. I run and go to tackle a player and he proceeds to lift his leg and boot my shoulder.. Instantly my shoulder went out of my socket and was hanging, flopping about, it was terrible. Still hurts to this day and goes in and out of place Another time 16 I was Bmx-ing and I went down the bowl and tried to go over the fence of the park. As I reached the edge my bike hit the fence and I flew over the handle bars cracked my skull on the pavement and broke my leg, wrist and had my handle bar in between two of my ribs. I was unconcious for 1 and 1/2 days apparently lol I still Bmx and play rugby, rugby is painful with the shoulder but I love the sport. No pain no gain, right?
That's nasty shit. Back when I was young and reckless I got into a fight (mostly my fault) with some guy over something stupid. I was really skinny back then so needless to say when this guy elbowed me in the sternum as hard as he could I was fucked. The initial pain wasn't that bad and I kept a low profile because I didn't want my mum to know I was in a fight. Later on in the same night I started coughing up blood and started to freak out but I kept everything to myself. After a few days the pain started to go down and all I had was this massive bruise so I thought at worst I've just fractured my sternum and didn't really think much of it. A few weeks later I was really drunk in my town (I wasn't the most charming of teens) trying to hop from one concrete post thing to the other (I bet most of you have seen those videos of guys attempting this and then destroying their reproductive organs) which definitely wasn't the smartest idea; after the second pole I slipped and landed on the third right where I'd been elbowed. The resulting bruise lasted around 4 months (I don't even know if that's possible) and the pain was excruciating for 4-5 weeks. Worst injury I've received was the year after and that would have to be my first time on unmentionables at a 3-day folk festival. It was the first night and I decided it would be great to walk around this festival/farm/fucking death trap in bare feet. Big, big mistake. I was oblivious to all the pain I was meant to be feeling after hitting the festival under the influence of those unmentionables. When I woke up in my tent the next morning my feet were killing me and I took a look at them. They were completely destroyed; cuts everywhere, bits of skin hanging off and just gone in some places, along with all the dirt and gravel in the cuts. I didn't want anyone to know so I went down to a river just down from my camp and washed all the dirt, gravel and blood away. After that I just wore 3 pairs of socks and shoes for the rest of the festival, hurt like a bitch to dance. Great weekend apart from that.
Once upon a time, when I was 2-3 I broke my leg jumping on my bed. I didn't just break it, but I instead twisted my femur bone till it snapped.(like the Jesus cross trap in saw 3). My dad and uncle were watching football, and didn't notice I was hurt until 4 hours later when my mom came home and noticed immediately; they said I was just being quiet and I wasn't crying. The doctor wouldn't put a cast on it because he said it was the worst break he has ever seen for a child; instead he sent my parents to a specialist to put a cast on it. I had to be placed in a full-body cast because I was so young and my leg was to small to have a cast. I later then broke my ankle because of the body cast....... Glad I can't remember
From the top (in no particular order): Broken the same front tooth 4 times, the second break leaving a nerve dangling visibly from the broken tooth. Had tendon lengthening in 6th grade: adductors (groin), hamstrings and Achilles. They accordion cut small sections of each tendon (adductors detached completely), stretched them, then let my body heal the gaps. Woke up from surgery, my whole body spasmed and I screamed so hard from the pain that I blacked out. Gave me super range motion for a while. Casts from toes to hip, with a spreader bar between my knees; this was during one of the hottest summers on record (120f+) in an add-on room with no AC and a pool in the backyard. Started a gash that stopped halfway through on the outside of my forearm and didn't feel it. My friend pointed out the blood smear on the cinderblock wall I just hopped and I had to hunt for the wound. It wasn't super deep, but the flap of skin had to turn black and die first before it healed. Current worst pain: Injections into my left knee for my stem cell therapy. nothing like local anesthetic when they take a 10 gauge needle and top off the fluid sac in your knee. That was enough to cause my vision to white out (eyes open), cold sweats and involuntary shivering. Fucking worth it. Oh, and if you take the fleshy bit of your fingertip off, for the love of god... do not use Nu-Skin. Hurts worse than the original injury. Quick list: Sprains galore, puncture wounds, burns (steam, oil, acid, base, friction, boiling water etc.), gashes, concussions, falls... getting punched and kicked in the head (martial arts, armed and unarmed). Been drug by a golf cart. Needless to say, pain doesn't frighten me, and I have a high tolerance.
I work with reptiles every now and again, one day just as I opened up the front of the burmese pythons tank boom this 16ft fucker flies at me get me straight on the shoulder just missing my head, fucking teeth holes bled like fuck.
when i was 7 i lived without fear and i split my splean in a bike riding accident. i went to the er but they sent me home...they just thought i was a crybaby.....6 hours later when the pain hadnt gone away they took me back, after my dad yelled at them for like an hour, they finaly did a cat scan on me and sure enough..internal bleeding...if i had gone to sleep that night, i wouldnt had woken up
Had surgery for a hernia when I was younger. They had to cut me open right above my groin to operate. When I was all done and stitched up they sent me home and I caught pneumonia right after. I can't even describe the pain I felt having to cough deeply every other minute with a freshly stitched gash right around my abdomen where your muscles and whatnot flex and contract. Pain killers did shit.
Not my injury but... We had a tradition when my friend had his old van of hopping on the back and tapping on the roof to let the driver know to gun it. Some good memories on that thing, zooming down hills at 70mph, stoned under the stars. One day my bigger (Way fucking bigger. He's a jolly fat, though.) friend decides to give it a go in an empty parking lot. I'm in the back and two of my friends are in the front, and we hear the signal. We start off slow to test the waters, and he taps it harder. Even though the windows are shut, I could barely make out him screaming, "Faster, motherfuckers!" We go a bit faster. After seeing that he could hold his own we start passing the bowl around and really getting rowdy. My friend's doing turns and circles, and pushing 30 or so at this point. We can all hear this dude hollering through the windows and he taps again. My friend accelerates, and we're all having a great time. Then...the car lightens up about 300 or so pounds. My friend in the passenger seat looks back and just screams "Oh shit! Oh shit!" Over and over. Probably scariest moment of the night was looking back myself and just seeing an empty back window. You guys don't understand, he pretty much took up the whole thing when he was on, to see it empty was so chilling. We get out, and our other friends (who were watching) run over to him. The dude's spasming on the ground and we're all freaking out. Turns out he not only fell off a moving van, he rolled in some broken glass. It's like the Universe was telling him "At what point did you think this was a good idea, son?" His jeans are soaking through on his right thigh, and my friend pulls out his trusty swiss, and tears them open. There is a huge gash in his leg, with blood and fat leaking out.. I always considered myself as having a strong stomach, but I just couldn't stomach this shit. Some lady pulls into the lot, seeing a dude on the ground surrounded by a bunch of kids standing over him and asks if he knows us, hahaha. She left after she found out we were all friends, and at this point we see there's no getting around it-we have to bring this dude to the hospital. Cop pulls into the lot and shines his beam on us. We all think wer'e fucked, but it turns out one of my friends knows the cop, and we told him he was just running and fell in some broken glass. I think he knew we were bullshitting, but didn't call us out on it. He was there until my friend's mom picked him up, and we all went home worried sick for him (I did at least, can't speak for the other assholes). Then I saw a post he put up on facebook of him wearing a shit eating grin in a hospital bed. The dude had a hole in his leg that you could perfectly store some laundry quarters in and had to walk with a cane for a while. Pretty dark night, but a pretty good fucking story we tell each other to this day. tl;dr friend fell off a moving van and shredded his thigh on some broken glass. Becomes human quarter dispenser.