What's the most pain you've ever experienced?


Difficult late pregnancy and labor, resulting in a gorgeous 10lb. baby girl. Left the hospital 24 hours after giving birth, and within 4 hours I had a raging fever (over 104 degrees) and was in intense pain when trying to move. Could barely stand, couldn't move my feet without horrifying pain. Return to ER and they decided it must be a UTI. 36 hours later and no change in my condition, my OB called to say no UTI, but come back in. Turns out that when giving birth, the front of my pelvis separated by almost 2". It was deeply infected. I spent a week in the hospital on IV antibiotics for the infection, but the only thing I could do for my pelvis was wait it out. It was 4 months before I could walk without support (walker or crutches). To this day, if I make the wrong move (like trying to scoot the laundry basket with my foot), I can feel a phantom-like pain deep within... and it's only been 23 years since DD was born.
 
I have chronic migraines, but a few summers ago I had one that was 12 days long. I laid suffering in bed, fantasizing about my own death.
 
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Physical: I've had 4 or 5 surgeries in the same incision on my stomach. The first was to remove 5 lb tumors from both ovaries, then 3 weeks later a complete hysterectomy as the tumors were malignant, exactly a year later my bowel was wrapped in scar tissue/adhesions. The same the next year and 2 years after that. 7 years ago I fell on ice and crushed tissue on my left leg. I had 3 surgeries a wound vac and a skin graft within 2 months. A few years I started having problems with sciatica which comes and goes. This year I slipped in the bathtub and fractured my tibia on my right leg. That is healing finally but the sciatica has come back with a vengance. I was just referred to a back clinic for a possible injection. I also had shingles several year ago but that was more itchy than painful. It was on my forehead and scalp.

Mentally was my brother being killed in a hunting accident. That was much harder than losing my mother just 14 months earlier and my father about 10 years earlier than him. My parents were both ill and suffering where as my brother's was sudden and unexpected and shouldn't have happened. Also mentally hard is the fact that I have 3 sisters and 3/4 of us have had ovarian cancer at young ages. I was 21 and the other 2 were both 42 at the time of diagnosis. The other sister's doctor noticed some changes starting and was proactive and had her have a hysterectomy.
 
I had a lot of problems with my first son's birth that ended in an emergency C-section. I am not going to elaborate. It was traumatic and very painful.

Other than that, the loss of my aunt. She was like a mother to me. I miss her every day.
 
Physical: I've had 4 or 5 surgeries in the same incision on my stomach. The first was to remove 5 lb tumors from both ovaries, then 3 weeks later a complete hysterectomy as the tumors were malignant, exactly a year later my bowel was wrapped in scar tissue/adhesions. The same the next year and 2 years after that. 7 years ago I fell on ice and crushed tissue on my left leg. I had 3 surgeries a wound vac and a skin graft within 2 months. A few years I started having problems with sciatica which comes and goes. This year I slipped in the bathtub and fractured my tibia on my right leg. That is healing finally but the sciatica has come back with a vengance. I was just referred to a back clinic for a possible injection. I also had shingles several year ago but that was more itchy than painful. It was on my forehead and scalp.

Mentally was my brother being killed in a hunting accident. That was much harder than losing my mother just 14 months earlier and my father about 10 years earlier than him. My parents were both ill and suffering where as my brother's was sudden and unexpected and shouldn't have happened. Also mentally hard is the fact that I have 3 sisters and 3/4 of us have had ovarian cancer at young ages. I was 21 and the other 2 were both 42 at the time of diagnosis. The other sister's doctor noticed some changes starting and was proactive and had her have a hysterectomy.

I am SO SORRY!
 
Labor. I had all back labor and it felt like someone was chipping at my spine with an ice pick. That was terrible.
 
Labor. I had all back labor and it felt like someone was chipping at my spine with an ice pick. That was terrible.

Same here. Sunny side up baby (posterior position), I described it the same, felt like someone jamming an icepick into my spine. My two kids after her were a breeze, pain was nothing compared to that!
 
Same here. Sunny side up baby (posterior position), I described it the same, felt like someone jamming an icepick into my spine. My two kids after her were a breeze, pain was nothing compared to that!


Mine wasn't sunny side up, but had an arm wedged in up by his head. I had an epidural, but it never took on one side. Comparing that experience to my next 2 labors taught me that when people describe their own childbirth experience, they might not realize just how wildly they can vary.
 
Mine wasn't sunny side up, but had an arm wedged in up by his head. I had an epidural, but it never took on one side. Comparing that experience to my next 2 labors taught me that when people describe their own childbirth experience, they might not realize just how wildly they can vary.

Totally! If I only had my other two kids, my thoughts on labor would be very different, wondering what all the whining was about. They were no picnic, but really no comparison to the first. :-) I tried to have an epidural with each of my 3 kids, and each time it only numbed my right leg. With 3 different anesthesiologists, so I guess it's me, not them...
 
Physical: The pain that I have from a flare up of my Interstitial Cystitis is pretty dang bad since it is constant, chronic pain. For short one time pain the worst was a kidney infection. Now I know what it feels like to to stabbed in the back, literally.

Mental: Watching my mom wither away and die from lung cancer.
 
Wow, so many painful things, physically and mentally, that you all have endured. Keep strong and prayers to you!

For physically I started thinking and realized just how many I've had: fractured wrist, torn ligament and tendon in ankle, removal of wisdom tooth then passing out the next day and busting my chin open requiring 9 stitches (that was so gross looking I almost fainted again!), slicing one finger open on a can requiring stitches and another almost cutting off with a knife requiring stitches, staph infections twice, natural childbirth twice (the thought of an epidural or any needles just grossed me out at the time), sinus infections, migraines, injuring my big toe and going through physical therapy, pain meds, shots, and surgery only to discover that there's now no cartilage between my foot and toe bones, having what I thought were panic attacks for like a year before I had a seizure and a neurologist confirmed that they were actually auras and a precursor to seizures (I'm on meds now) and nine months of symptoms before I was diagnosed with uterine cancer and had a full hysterectomy. (I think that was more mentally painful for DH.) The great thing now is that my neurologist figured out that my migraines and sinus infections are caused by allergy symptoms- the inflammation and congestion means not enough oxygen gets to my brain and the fluid build up causes infections. I HATE needles but I hate sinus and migraine pain more so I finally went to an ENT, got allergy tested, and am now getting two shots a week to hopefully make me resistant and eventually not have problems. Already I am getting less migraines.

The absolute worst physical pain EVER for me though started out because of mental pain. After my father passed unexpectedly of cancer (like a pp it was within two months of diagnosis, and he was only 53) I began experiencing bouts of depression. Finally at the urging of DH I sought help and the doctor tried several meds over a few years. Then I unexpectedly lost my best friend in a car accident and it got worse. He put me on a new med. About a week later I started getting a rash on my arms and thought I'd just eaten something or got something on me. The next day I had a bad sour throat and went to the base clinic. They thought it was strep throat, gave me meds, and sent me home. The next day I had a routine visit with my psychiatrist and after hearing my symptoms told me the name of something I'd never heard of and told me to stop my meds and that I needed to follow up with the clinic. I tried to get in that day but they said since I didn't have strep it couldn't be that serious so they'd follow up after the weekend. The next day was Thanksgiving and I lay in bed practically all day because the rash had spread everywhere and was getting more painful. I work in retail so I had to work the next day- Black Friday- but when I went in my boss took one look at me and sent me home. I spent the weekend in bed in agony- the rash turned into what looked like blisters and burns covering my whole body and I was in agony. DH tried calling the base on call dr. all weekend but they blew it off and said they'd see me Monday. He took the boys to school, went in to work, and I lay in bed all day waiting for a call. He called the clinic before he got off and demanded to speak to someone in charge. By some miracle the dr. he spoke to knew what it was when he described my symptoms- she had recently treated a boy in Germany for it- and it was the same thing my psychiatrist had said! She said I needed to get to the ER so DH got me there (thankfully our friends picked the boys up and took care of them) and I was admitted. By that time the infection had spread into my mouth, down my throat and to my lungs so I could hardly breathe. My entire body was covered with blisters, my eyes and lips so swollen I could hardly open either. I was in intensive care for four days and then in a regular room for three more. I remember crying and praying time would go faster because they could only give me morphine once an hour. They had to draw blood once an hour too, wipe me down with betadine and skin was just sloughing off like a burn victim. It's called Stevens-Johnson syndrome (don't google it if you are faint of heart) and I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. The good thing about having it was that when I was diagnosed with cancer I remember thinking "I can handle this."
 
You're not going to believe me, but: a bee sting. And no, I'm not allergic to bees.

To put it in context: I have been beaten with a belt, been punched, bashed my head on so many hard surfaces I've lost count, almost drowned more than once, and had root canal. None of it compares to the time a bee stung me on my elbow.
 

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