I've had kidney stones on several occasions and that pain ranks high, but I've also had viral meningitis and I would say it was a toss up as to which was pain was worse.
Physical: Getting my head knocked the wrong way while I had torticollis (condition where the neck muscles are all locked/knotted up so you can't move your head from one side). Emotional: My then-fiancee cheating on me.
Probably being knee'd downstairs in middle school. Was playing tag and this guy accidentally knee'd me. It.......is a pain I've never felt before or since. I just laid there in the sand for 10 or 15 minutes before I regained my composure.
Just had my wisdom teeth pulled, one came right out, the other was sideways and had to be drilled. It sucked but it doesn't even come close to the time I took a spill off my bike. It was wet, and I had just gotten my first bike, a 120hp beast (not a wise choice)... and I misjudged the speed of an oncoming car and hit the gas too hard while leaned over. I went concrete surfing for what seamed like a mile, and my adrenaline was pumping so hard that I immediately yanked that bike off the ground like it was a huffy. I was thinking to myself how lucky I was while riding home that I hadn't been hurt... but when I got home I looked down and saw that my shirt was completely soaked in blood. I lost most of the skin from under my armpit to my thighs, so that 3 6x8" bandages didn't fully cover the wound. When my heart finally stopped pounding, I started to feel the pain a bit and that sucked. Then I took a shower and proceeded to scrub the bits of rock, dirt, etc. out of me. That was probably the second worse pain. The first would be about 10 days later, when I accidentally slept on my injured side and my bandages stuck to the wounds. Ripping those bandages off is FAR AND AWAY the worst pain I've ever felt. I'd rather chew glass that go through that again. It occurs to me that I should have gone to a doctor, and gotten something for the pain... and failing that, I could have taken an OTC pain killer. I was more worried that my parents would find out that I wadded my bike.
I was in ICU a couple days after surgery, (RPLND) and the damned catheter did not want to come out. Now that was painful. I think it was defective or something.
NAIRing the sack.. No actually fracturing my ankle, the tendon actually ripped a piece of the ankle off.
Broke my ankle when I was 12 playing basketball...that was pretty bad. Thought I'd never hurt that bad again. Then, at 19, had kidney stones hit me during class at my university. Oh my God! I had no idea what was happening, i just thought i was dying. I literally was panicking because i had never felt anything like that before. I ended up asking a STRANGER to take me to the emergency room. I was SHOCKED to learn that it was a kidney stone. If you've never had one, you'd just never imagine the pain. the description given earlier was 100%, spot on correct.
Right now. Watching Supersize She. Literally nauseous. I'll happily take a swift kick to the nuts right now.
In a lacrosse tournament in shrevport, a guy from south lake carol stuck his stick in my helmet and between my legs and totally wrecked me. It was completely illegal and it hurt like hell.
Riding a wheelie, coming down with my handlebars crossed, flipping over bars, landing teeth first on pavement. Pretty unpleasant. I've broken a bunch of other bones and nothing comes close to Concrete to teeth.
hmmm... Foot getting caught in a motorcycle wheel in India. I was about 6-7 years old. The left side of my right foot was messed up pretty bad. To top it off my parents took me to a doctor who operated on it while I was awake! Then when I was about 11 I had my left arm torn wide open. Was playing soccer with a bunch of kids. The ball went into some bushes. I go in to get it and slip. As I am falling head first, I see a pipe that is about to make contact with my head. I turn my head and my left arm goes through a downstairs apartment window. The window breaks. I get up and my heart is beating. Can't see anything. I feel like I am okay. Split second later, my whole white shirt is red. Then after looking in numerous places I see that my left biceps has torn wide open. Could see all the veins, and ummm.... the other good stuff inside. I run to parents hysterical. My dad was just stepping out of the door to Vegas. Safe to say that trip did not happen and we went to the hospital instead. The surgeon told my parents that I had lost alot of blood and later would not tell us how many stitches I got. I am glad this surgeon had the sense to use some anesthesia first. A bunch of seriously sprained ankles as well.
A few incidents come to mind: Subluxating my shoulder making contact with a softball. Then later, doing the exact same thing during my next at-bat. At the time it hurt, but was bearable. The real pain came about two hours later, after I woke up from a nap. Nearly passed out from the pain. Stupidly rubbing my eyes after handling and cutting up fresh jalapeno peppers. It was a horrible burning sensation in my eyes. Eyedrops did nothing. Even flushing my eyes out with water in the shower for 20 minutes did nothing. Just had to wait until it wore off. Swimming in a pool for a long time, then having sex, and then peeing afterwards. I don't know why, but this combination has caused me some incredible pain in the peepee. Happened to me twice and felt like I was pissing acid. Even afterwards, the urethra was very sore and sensitive for a while. I can't imagine anything worse than getting a tube shoved up my penis. I really, really, really hope I never get a disease that forces me to have to endure that.
Ever since I was little I laughed at pain. It was a natural reaction. Sprain my ankle? Laugh like crazy. Weird I know. But I ALWAYS laugh off pain. Until 2 months ago. Sprain something in my back. I laugh at first. But after a night of not being able to move without looking like an idiot I gave in and wept like a baby. More so from the helplessness and frustration rather than pain. Never felt anything like that in my life. Thank god for chiropractors.
1990: The day after having surgery for a strangulated hernia that stretched from my right hip to the inside of my right thigh. I was still a smoker then, and I lit up a cigarette. I coughed and I thought my insides were going to tear open.
