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My worst pain was when I was tortured by being hog-tied, with a rope tied around my neck tightly, and being hung from the ceiling. My shoulders were both dislocated and my legs broken. All to get me to confess to being a warcriminal. Which I never did.

Describe your terrible pain.

My worst pain was when I was tortured by being hog-tied, with a rope tied around my neck tightly, and being hung from the ceiling. My shoulders were both dislocated and my legs broken. All to get me to confess to being a warcriminal. Which I never did.

Describe your terrible pain.

Sigh..brightened my, day, I'll give you that :rolleyes: :D ...

My worst pain was when I was tortured by being hog-tied, with a rope tied around my neck tightly, and being hung from the ceiling. My shoulders were both dislocated and my legs broken. All to get me to confess to being a warcriminal. Which I never did.

Yeah. Me too.

I started getting migraines before I started school (I was about 3 or 4), and my doctor denied that anyone my age could get them, and said I was probably just doing it for attention..It was a little scary not knowing why my head hurt so bad, and being too young to go anywhere/do anything to find out.

Yeah. Me too.


Where were you held?

I started getting migraines before I started school (I was about 3 or 4), and my doctor denied that anyone my age could get them, and said I was probably just doing it for attention..It was a little scary not knowing why my head hurt so bad, and being too young to go anywhere/do anything to find out.

Ouch!

When I was kept in a metal box in the Congo for 18 months, taken out once a week to be beaten with iron girders. After being caught trying to escape, they halved the size of the metal box and halved my water rations. Then they let me go into the savannah, where I was constantly under attack from lions and hyenas. Eventually I made it back to the UK, only to be deported for not having a passport.

Other than that, I can't think of anything.

(none of this happened. This is simply a useful way of drawing attention to the plight of some immigrants)

Well, one time I was lounging beachside in Figi and ordered a martini... and I forgot to ask for an olive.

When I was kept in a metal box in the Congo for 18 months, taken out once a week to be beaten with iron girders. After being caught trying to escape, they halved the size of the metal box and halved my water rations. Then they let me go into the savannah, where I was constantly under attack from lions and hyenas. Eventually I made it back to the UK, only to be deported for not having a passport.

Other than that, I can't think of anything.

(none of this happened. This is simply a useful way of drawing attention to the plight of some immigrants)

I feel for those people, as I was POW for 5 years and tortured nearly 90% of the time.

Well, one time I was lounging beachside in Figi and ordered a martini... and I forgot to ask for an olive.

Oh a comedian.

Don't you mean Fiji?

I feel for those people, as I was POW for 5 years and tortured nearly 90% of the time.
If that is true (and sorry, I have to doubt it, some people are such liars on this forum) then that sucks.

Where was it? I mean, are you old enough for it to have been Germany or was it a Vietnamese one?

Don't you mean Fiji?

No. Figi. It's much better because less people know about it.

Definitely when I was stuck in Mexican traffic for two hours after drinking a gallon of water. Oh god...I still remember that pain...

I gashed part of my back on a ping-pong table

I think my worst pain was giving birth to my first child.

If that is true (and sorry, I have to doubt it, some people are such liars on this forum) then that sucks.

Where was it? I mean, are you old enough for it to have been Germany or was it a Vietnamese one?


Vietnam

The most horrible pain I had was some sort of stomach inflammation that would cause me horrible pain every time I had a bowel movement (which for your information always happens around 11pm). I was rarely able to sleep for the 3 months that I had the pain.

I have no idea what caused it. perhaps a fungal or bacterial infection. I remember drinking from a canteen that was left out overnight and I found a skin of fungus over it some time before the pains started.

Definitely when I was stuck in Mexican traffic for two hours after drinking a gallon of water. Oh god...I still remember that pain...

Never drink the water, beer or booze only. Did you shit your pants?

Dislocated/fractured shoulder. Worst pain imaginable, then they yanked and twisted my arm back into place. Ugggggghhhh!!! :(

I gashed part of my back on a ping-pong table

Did you win the game though? Or was it the result of tom-foolery? :)

Dislocated/fractured shoulder. Worst pain imaginable, then they yanked and twisted my arm back into place. Ugggggghhhh!!! :(

I think dislocation hurts the most, except for a compound fracture. I've had 4 surgeries on my shoulders since then, and it still ain't right. A plus is that I know when it's going to rain or snow.

The most horrible pain I had was some sort of stomach inflammation that would cause me horrible pain every time I had a bowel movement (which for your information always happens around 11pm). I was rarely able to sleep for the 3 months that I had the pain.

I have no idea what caused it. perhaps a fungal or bacterial infection. I remember drinking from a canteen that was left out overnight and I found a skin of fungus over it some time before the pains started.

Dysentary perhaps. When I was in country my one team member had it, let's just say I always walked in front of him as he left a snail trail.

Never drink the water, beer or booze only. Did you shit your pants?
No. I was there as part of a missionary group with my church, back when I was a Christian; I was fifteen and the water I drank was bought in the States. We were finally heading home after the week we were there.
Might I add that by missionary group I mean we were there to aid a specific village in construction of new homes and the like.

No. I was there as part of a missionary group with my church, back when I was a Christian; I was fifteen and the water I drank was bought in the States. We were finally heading home after the week we were there.
Might I add that by missionary group I mean we were there to aid a specific village in construction of new homes and the like.


Oh, it may have been some of the local food that may have resulted in that condition.

I once had an ear infection that was on the eardrum, and was a mix of two bacteria. It hurt like hell for three days, I slept four hours a night, took paracetamol, slept, woke up from pain 4 hours later. A month after that I was on an operating table for that same problem. That was 3 weeks ago.

Completely torn MCL. When it went, I felt it in my stomach more then I felt it. Popped so loud people nearby thought my leg was broke. That or a hairline fracture of the kneecap (on the same knee, no less).

When a bunch of mormons talked to me.....

Oh, it may have been some of the local food that may have resulted in that condition.
No, it wasn't. I drank an entire gallon of water that day, without ever going to the bathroom once. Then we got stuck in traffic. For two hours. That's all there is to it; I need to go. Very, very badly. I was pissing for approximately forty seconds once we got across the border, finally.

No, it wasn't. I drank an entire gallon of water that day, without ever going to the bathroom once. Then we got stuck in traffic. For two hours. That's all there is to it; I need to go. Very, very badly. I was pissing for approximately forty seconds once we got across the border, finally.

Well it was Mexico, so you should have just pissed out of the window like the locals do. When in Rome... :p

No, it wasn't. I drank an entire gallon of water that day, without ever going to the bathroom once. Then we got stuck in traffic. For two hours. That's all there is to it; I need to go. Very, very badly. I was pissing for approximately forty seconds once we got across the border, finally.
Jeez...internal organs intact?

When a bunch of mormons talked to me.....

Did they beat you?

Well it was Mexico, so you should have just pissed out of the window like the locals do. When in Rome... :p
Oh yes, that would have looked great in front of the five other people in the vehicle plus the other seven in the RV directly behind us, all associated with my group. :rolleyes:

Oh yes, that would have looked great in front of the five other people in the vehicle plus the other seven in the RV directly behind us, all associated with my group. :rolleyes:

What, they don't urinate? You've got to go, you've got to go. No room for modesty when your kidneys are ready to pop.

I was subcommander of this camp in Vietnam and we had this warcriminal tied up and hung from the ceiling and were trying to get him to confess when I cracked one of the bamboo canes across his face and got a wicked splinter in my thumb.

Now *that's* pain.

I was subcommander of this camp in Vietnam and we had this warcriminal tied up and hung from the ceiling and were trying to get him to confess when I cracked one of the bamboo canes across his face and got a wicked splinter in my thumb.

Now *that's* pain.


Another comedian.

Was that warcriminal John Kerry?

This one time I zipped up my zipper too fast.

My worst pain was when I broke my finger.

Another comedian.


Yes, well, I try. Honestly, I have no worries about pain. I don't know what my worst has been. Never broken a bone, never been shot, never dislocated anything. Boot camp was tough, Ranger training was tougher, my war wasn't exactly pleasant (ODS/S), but I've yet to experience any real pain.

This one time I zipped up my zipper too fast.
Ouch, I've done that before.

but I've yet to experience any real pain.

You lucky, lucky, lucky devil!

This one time I zipped up my zipper too fast.

Always know the location of lil' Elvis. ;)

I got kicked in the balls once (really hard, full fucking force), I went blind for five minutes, I was lying in the street with a cold swet all over. I still wince thinking about it.

When I fell on a metal spike that impaled me.

Now that fucking hurt.

Yeah I too was once kicked hard in the balls, fortunately I was in like 4th grade (this was a long time ago) I fell on the street, and the kid just stood there, after like 2 minutes he started walking away, after 10 minutes I was up, chased him, caught him, and punched him in the stomach until he started crying, than I jumped on his back with my knees. Than I left..... hunched over.

When I fell on a metal spike that impaled me.

Now that fucking hurt.

Are you serious?

Because that would fucking hurt.

Yes, well, I try. Honestly, I have no worries about pain. I don't know what my worst has been. Never broken a bone, never been shot, never dislocated anything. Boot camp was tough, Ranger training was tougher, my war wasn't exactly pleasant (ODS/S), but I've yet to experience any real pain.

Yeah I have no worries of pain anymore. After a year of beatings, you sort of go numb to pain. The only thing that hurts after that is when they mess with your mind. Saying how your wife has moved on without you, reading anti-war statements from the likes of Kerry, Fonda, Hoffman, etc, calling you a criminal. Saying your country doesn't care about you. That sort of thing.

my worst pain is knowing u people have worst pains... some are horrible... and i m serious :(

When I fell on a metal spike that impaled me.

Now that fucking hurt.


You always hear about those freak accidents, but ouch.

when i got runned over on my 16th birthday and cracked my wrist while i was on holiday to wales that was the most horrible day of my life

I had a kidney infection that a doctor failed to diagnose, which quickly infected my bloodstream. The severe pain in my back/stomach/head combined with some visual distortion and the very real realisation that if I didn't get to a hospital within about 1/2 and hour I was going to die... painful, but the fear made it worse.

When I caught my third finger in the door hinge. It cut the top half off bar a small bit and then, when I went to the hospital they sewed it back on. I was three. *shudders* I never want anything like that to happen again. Oh yes, and that wasn't a lie. The part of the finger that was cut off now leans to the left.

The only thing that hurts after that is when they mess with your mind. Saying how your wife has moved on without you, reading anti-war statements from the likes of Kerry, Fonda, Hoffman, etc, calling you a criminal. Saying your country doesn't care about you. That sort of thing.

Maybe you should direct your anger at the people responsible for the pain and suffering of the 300,000 Americans wounded and nearly 60,000 killed, not to mention the millions of Vietnamese casualties - the American politicians and military-industrial complex who are to blame for that illegal and ill-advised war.

Those Americans who exercised their Constitutional rights to oppose that war were patriots.

Either when I fell and gashed my head open on the corner of a cement block or when I cut my entire knee open on gravel...

After taking a run-up jump down a flight of stairs that are 6 foot off the ground and needed about a five foot clearance...I sprained my ankle. Didn't feel the pain until a second after landing mind, the adrenaline decided to kick out when I tried walking...

Ended up feeling faint, having to sit down, and watching my eyesight go from fuzzy, to super fuzzed, to black and white...while being told I turned green...yikes.

My worst pain was when I was tortured by being hog-tied, with a rope tied around my neck tightly, and being hung from the ceiling. My shoulders were both dislocated and my legs broken. All to get me to confess to being a warcriminal. Which I never did.

Describe your terrible pain.


Why does it always seem that the fan base for NS is teenage and twentysomething guys along with the occasional deranged Vietnam war vet?

The most pain I've physically was either when a trash incenorater exploded, and the burning air and ash engulfed my head, and I had burns on my face up to half my head. Luckily I was only a block from my house so I peddled my bike there as fast as I could, stinging in the wind the whole way. My mother covered my face in aloe vera, and the doctor said she saved me from getting 3rd degree burns.

Another painful time was when I had just gotten done watching Mel Gibson's The Patriot, and I went into the kitchen and opened some meat, only to cut the tip of my thumb off, and never found the tip. I had to get stitches through the thumbnail, and had to walk around in the thumbs up postion, and even sleep like that, felt like the Fonz.

Mental pain would have been when I found out my son had died. I collapsed in the driveway where I was at and couldn't move.

Answering literature based questions on a confusing book....(u do not wanna know) But for real it probably was when i ran into the pointy corner of the coffee table (on my forehead) and then the shock wore off in the car and I immedialty started screaming :exclamation: But that dosnt compare to any others really...
(johhny wadd i think i have TGed you)

Are you serious?

Because that would fucking hurt.

Yeah, it did fucking hurt. I kinda had to crawl back home to.

My worst pain was either when I shattered my right femur in a military parachute jump gone bad, or when I broke my collarbone and nine ribs in a bicycling accident. Let's just say that neither one of those amused me. :)

Those Americans who exercised their Constitutional rights to oppose that war were patriots.
Yeah. I met some of them. Really great people. Just ask them and they would tell you ... after they spit on you and threw things at you and held you, the soldier, responsible for their damned hatred. Yeah. Really great patriots. :rolleyes:

Mental pain would have been when I found out my son had died. I collapsed in the driveway where I was at and couldn't move.
After all I have been through in my life, and all the pain I have felt and seen, I can't begin to imagine. My heart aches for you.

A de-strung bow bent back almost all the way and released catching me in the left nut. DAMN that was painful. I could hardly breathe for a couple minutes

Worst pain= Kidney Stones

appendicitice, or forever impeeding backflips by smashing your shins on the edge of a 15ft trampoline doing a layout,

Hmm...

I seem to be a magnet for groin pain. I have been to the hospital twice due to incidents in which I had to make sure everything was in tact. I would say that the more painful of these was a fight with an ex-girlfriend's brother. It was supposed to be semi-competitive. We were in a boxing ring. Unfortunately, things turned very vicious, and I was clearly losing. After getting the hell beaten out of me, he made the very non-chalant announcement that he was going to destroy my manhood and proceeded to kick, punch and squeeze my testicles repeatedly. After puking all over myself, and the beating still continued, I passed out, fearful that I'd awaken without my balls. Come to find out that once some of the others watching realized that this was serious and going way too far, they pulled him off me. I awoke in a friend's car on the way to the hospital. Both of my testicles were agonizingly painful and swollen.

Fortunately, there was no permanent damage. Though the doctor could not rule out the possibility that I might never have a child(I could and did). Nevertheless, I didn't walk right for a week. It was pretty awful. But nothing compares to the dread of thinking you've lost them. A side-note, I also had a dislocated shoulder, a broken nose and two cracked ribs.

An honorable mention goes to the time I rode my bike off a cliff and hit a tree on the way down. I'm reasonably sure I bruised my entire torso and broke my leg.

After all I have been through in my life, and all the pain I have felt and seen, I can't begin to imagine. My heart aches for you.
The pain is less with each passing day, though its something that will linger forever I suppose. I thank you for your sympathy, its good to know that in this world there are people that care for other's in pain.

The pain is less with each passing day, though its something that will linger forever I suppose. I thank you for your sympathy, its good to know that in this world there are people that care for other's in pain.
You're far, far more than welcome. After seeing the latest figures on voluntary contributions to the SE Asian disaster relief, there seem to be lots and lots of people who care. :)

I'm to young to be a POW or stuff like that, so my worst pain was when I was two or three. I stuck my thunb into the moving gears on an exercise bike, and it was nearly torn in two.

They rushed me to the ER and then sewed it back on.

or you know when kitkats came in foil pakages , and a tiny piece of foil went in your mouth and you had a filing , and the static charge made it hurt. now thats bad

falling with my eyebrow onto a beer bottle.... I didn't feel much of it. :D But according to the next day, it must have hurt like hell :(

This doesn't really compare to anything that you lot have said, but the worst pain I've ever been in was when I trapped a nerve in my neck. Couldn't lean my head to the right or turn it for about five days.

Pain has many different shapes and types, which aren't really comparable, if they're about the same severity.

Pain one, I fell off a bicycle seat, on the frame, balls first.

Pain two, when a suspicious knot - which turned out to be a dermatofibroma - was being cut off my back, and the local anaesthetic wasn't potent enough. I could feel the scalpel cutting a piece of me off. It made me cold sweaty and to gasp. The pain could be felt as a paralysing force on the whole body, not just the affected area. That's the difference between real pain and "just a little prick" pain.

Maybe you should direct your anger at the people responsible for the pain and suffering of the 300,000 Americans wounded and nearly 60,000 killed, not to mention the millions of Vietnamese casualties - the American politicians and military-industrial complex who are to blame for that illegal and ill-advised war.

Those Americans who exercised their Constitutional rights to oppose that war were patriots.


It's because of those "Patriots" that the war lasted as long as it did. They stretched the war out for another 2 years at least.

Why does it always seem that the fan base for NS is teenage and twentysomething guys along with the occasional deranged Vietnam war vet?


Deranged? Nope not me, I have a certificate that says I am of sound mind! ;) I do have my moments though.

I still don't go to Chinese Restraunts.

My worst pain was either when I shattered my right femur in a military parachute jump gone bad, or when I broke my collarbone and nine ribs in a bicycling accident. Let's just say that neither one of those amused me. :)


I hear you! ;)

So Eutrusca you are a Vet too?

I had kidney stones a year ago. The nurse says kidney stones are on the same pain level as child birth.

Pain has many different shapes and types, which aren't really comparable, if they're about the same severity.

Pain one, I fell off a bicycle seat, on the frame, balls first.

Pain two, when a suspicious knot - which turned out to be a dermatofibroma - was being cut off my back, and the local anaesthetic wasn't potent enough. I could feel the scalpel cutting a piece of me off. It made me cold sweaty and to gasp. The pain could be felt as a paralysing force on the whole body, not just the affected area. That's the difference between real pain and "just a little prick" pain.

Yeah I know what that is like. My two gunshot wounds had to be repaired while I was a captive (they were so nice, wanting me to live and all), they didn't use any GOM or even alcohol, just sober.

Deranged? Nope not me, I have a certificate that says I am of sound mind! ;) I do have my moments though.

I still don't go to Chinese Restraunts.

Do you have to go to war to get one of those certificates? One could come in handy from time to time. Especially when people start to doubt my sanity.

...more than usual, I mean.

Dodgeball to the nuts.

It's because of those "Patriots" that the war lasted as long as it did. They stretched the war out for another 2 years at least.

Really? And what evidence do you base that statement upon? It is because of those patriots that the U.S. finally extracted itself from that war.

Got my leg trapped and nearly chewed off by a faulty escalator.

200+ stitches and 15 operations and it took me half a year for me to start walking again.

Got my leg trapped and nearly chewed off by a faulty escalator.

200+ stitches and 15 operations and it took me half a year for me to start walking again.
:eek: Ferreals? And I've always had a fear of escalators...

I hate toothaches... they make my whole face hurt.

My worst pain was probably when my brother and I were racing in the parking lot of a golf course back out the the car, my stupid brother (even though he denies it) tripped and landed on top of me. We then then slid about five yards on the asphalt, he had a mildly scraped elbow, and I scraped both knees and an elbow pretty deep.

I just saw 'Saw' (the movie)... the sympathy pains I got from seeing that girl with the... mask... thing... *shudders*

...

Now I just can't wait to get Saw on DVD. First horror movie I've ever seen that made me feel physically ill. Mmmm.

I just saw 'Saw' (the movie)... the sympathy pains I got from seeing that girl with the... mask... thing... *shudders*

...

Now I just can't wait to get Saw on DVD. First horror movie I've ever seen that made me feel physically ill. Mmmm.

I have GOT to see that!

I have GOT to see that!

Yes. See it. You can actually feel your mind breaking. It's just that good (and god the barbed wire room ahhhhh andtheandtheandthe puppet! *hides*)

Hmm...

I seem to be a magnet for groin pain. I have been to the hospital twice due to incidents in which I had to make sure everything was in tact. I would say that the more painful of these was a fight with an ex-girlfriend's brother. It was supposed to be semi-competitive. We were in a boxing ring. Unfortunately, things turned very vicious, and I was clearly losing. After getting the hell beaten out of me, he made the very non-chalant announcement that he was going to destroy my manhood and proceeded to kick, punch and squeeze my testicles repeatedly. After puking all over myself, and the beating still continued, I passed out, fearful that I'd awaken without my balls. Come to find out that once some of the others watching realized that this was serious and going way too far, they pulled him off me. I awoke in a friend's car on the way to the hospital. Both of my testicles were agonizingly painful and swollen.

Fortunately, there was no permanent damage. Though the doctor could not rule out the possibility that I might never have a child(I could and did). Nevertheless, I didn't walk right for a week. It was pretty awful. But nothing compares to the dread of thinking you've lost them. A side-note, I also had a dislocated shoulder, a broken nose and two cracked ribs.

An honorable mention goes to the time I rode my bike off a cliff and hit a tree on the way down. I'm reasonably sure I bruised my entire torso and broke my leg.

Dude, just remove the nads as they are really a danger to you.

Really? And what evidence do you base that statement upon? It is because of those patriots that the U.S. finally extracted itself from that war.

Hmm, maybe because those hippies were giving a morale boost to the North, thinking that if they could hold out long enough, the US would have to give up as their nation would collapse. Read up on the Vietnam War.

BTW are you an offspring of some barefooted hippies, or are you one of those freaks?

Got my leg trapped and nearly chewed off by a faulty escalator.

200+ stitches and 15 operations and it took me half a year for me to start walking again.

I guess you take an elevator or the stairs now, don't you?

Coming to on the operating table as they were trying to restart my heart. More than the physical pain was the mental disorientation and fear. I was 12ish and was certain that I was supposed to wake up after the operation, not during it.

I've got two.

when I was 6: knocked my two front teeth out twice, fractured my upper manible both times

couple of months ago: Racked myself BAD with my skateboard when I missed the nose trying to boardslide. lil bastard took me down for 5, 6 minutes, with me retching and cursing. Scared the shit outa my neighbor, but my lil bro was laughing his ass off...

Losing my aunt was my greatest emotional anguish.

besides living after it, my worst pain was in a mental hospital. I was not treated like a human at all.


I have gastro reflux and irritable bowl and high blood pressure along with my mental illnesses. Well the staff lost my orders for my medicine and my blood pressure shot up to stroke levels, my colon almost burst, and my stomach was eating holes in itself. I had a mini-stroke and I was on the ground twitching. Two guards came in and tried to lift me up (I was 330 pounds back then) and then tried to tear my arms out of my sockets. Then they kicked me until I coughed up blood. I tried to scream for help, but the mini-stoke made it hard to speak. They just left me there on the cold floor, overnight, without even so much as throwing a blanket on me. I got so cold, I think I was in shock. Anyway the daytime staff wondered why I missed breakfast and found me on the floor in a pool of my own blood. They did what they could to help me.

This was in a commercial hospital in the USA in the state of Missouri.

I have others, but I might share them later. I tried to kill myself 14 times over my suffering, but I failed each time to die.

I have others, but I might share them later. I tried to kill myself 14 times over my suffering, but I failed each time to die.

Evidentally you didn't try hard enough. Guns do the job, gasoline, a handfill of goofballs and a bottle of whiskey are also pretty guranteed. Are you Lane Meyers from "Better Off Dead"?

Hmm, maybe because those hippies were giving a morale boost to the North, thinking that if they could hold out long enough, the US would have to give up as their nation would collapse. Read up on the Vietnam War.

BTW are you an offspring of some barefooted hippies, or are you one of those freaks?

Hmm. And shall I call you a rapist and a baby killer? How far do you think we will progress along that path of conversation?

I am quite familiar with the history of the American War (as the Vietnamese refer to it) and there is no evidence that the U.S. was on a path to achieving victory nor any indications that protests in the U.S. prolonged the war. The North Vietnamese dictated how long the war would last and as long as they were willing to fight against a force they saw as foreign invaders then that is how long the war would last.

It was not just a bunch of barefoot hippies who opposed the war in Vietnam by 1968. Polls show the public at large was uneasy about the war and growing more weary of it, with a majority turning against its continued prosecution and favoring gradual withdrawal. Politicians knew how to read polling data and were also questioning the wisdom of fighting a war without a goal or exit strategy. Both Democratic and Republican leaders were expressing doubts. It was not just the general public's mood that had changed. Many corporate executives were also losing faith, as well as military officers and soldiers in the rank and file.

The Nixon Administration sought a negotiated settlement with the North Vietnamese Communist because they too saw that the war could not be won in a military victory over the southern guerrillas and the North Vietnamese main-force units. It was Nixon who actually prolonged the war, not the American people who recognized the reality of facts on the ground long before their leaders did.

I suggest you do what military and political leaders of the era did not do and read about the history of Vietnam prior to American involvement. You will find the Vietnamese have a long history of opposing foreign invaders.

Evidentally you didn't try hard enough. Guns do the job, gasoline, a handfill of goofballs and a bottle of whiskey are also pretty guranteed. Are you Lane Meyers from "Better Off Dead"?

Wow. You've managed to irrevokably disgust me enough that I feel the need to /ignore you so that I don't ever have to read anything this repellant from you again. Here's to your excrutiatingly painful future. Cheers.

I'm agreeing with Booslandia. You're a disgusting excuse for humanity. Not that human's in general are all that great, but seriously. Your the kind of person that should have been culled at birth.

I'm agreeing with Booslandia. You're a disgusting excuse for humanity. Not that human's in general are all that great, but seriously. Your the kind of person that should have been culled at birth.

Seriously, if you can't get it right after 14 tries, you're a disgrace.

Seriously, if you can't get it right after 14 tries, you're a disgrace.

And if you can't say anything worthwhile in 333 posts, you're a disgrace.

You're all just a bunch of upstanding human beings. :)

Hmm. And shall I call you a rapist and a baby killer? How far do you think we will progress along that path of conversation?

I am quite familiar with the history of the American War (as the Vietnamese refer to it) and there is no evidence that the U.S. was on a path to achieving victory nor any indications that protests in the U.S. prolonged the war. The North Vietnamese dictated how long the war would last and as long as they were willing to fight against a force they saw as foreign invaders then that is how long the war would last.

It was not just a bunch of barefoot hippies who opposed the war in Vietnam by 1968. Polls show the public at large was uneasy about the war and growing more weary of it, with a majority turning against its continued prosecution and favoring gradual withdrawal. Politicians knew how to read polling data and were also questioning the wisdom of fighting a war without a goal or exit strategy. Both Democratic and Republican leaders were expressing doubts. It was not just the general public's mood that had changed. Many corporate executives were also losing faith, as well as military officers and soldiers in the rank and file.

The Nixon Administration sought a negotiated settlement with the North Vietnamese Communist because they too saw that the war could not be won in a military victory over the southern guerrillas and the North Vietnamese main-force units. It was Nixon who actually prolonged the war, not the American people who recognized the reality of facts on the ground long before their leaders did.

I suggest you do what military and political leaders of the era did not do and read about the history of Vietnam prior to American involvement. You will find the Vietnamese have a long history of opposing foreign invaders.

Hmm not even close, try this (http://www.jewishworldreview.com/cols/horowitz100101.asp) article. Many well known historians believe that the protestors prolonged the war. Where may I ask did you become so "educated"?

PS you can call me anything you want, just don't call me late for supper.

My worst pain was when I was taken POW in the city of Hue by the damn Vietcong. The worst bit was when they let me go, they all left the city as the Americans came, and they decided that all they'd leave me to wear was a Vietcong uniform.
Boy was my face red when the tanks came rolling!
sigh, they sure were some good times...

And if you can't say anything worthwhile in 333 posts, you're a disgrace.


And you have? :) Nice post btw.

And if you can't say anything worthwhile in 333 posts, you're a disgrace.

Seriously, after Charlie removed my limbs, I am proud to be able to type anything at all. Plus I think my 333 suicide attempts were just a cry for help. :(

My worst pain was when I was taken POW in the city of Hue by the damn Vietcong. The worst bit was when they let me go, they all left the city as the Americans came, and they decided that all they'd leave me to wear was a Vietcong uniform.
Boy was my face red when the tanks came rolling!
sigh, they sure were some good times...


I hear ya. The VC accidentally dropped a can of mustard gas all over my legs, blew half of them off. I'll see you later with my nub.

Hmm not even close, try this (http://www.jewishworldreview.com/cols/horowitz100101.asp) article. Many well known historians believe that the protestors prolonged the war. Where may I ask did you become so "educated"?

PS you can call me anything you want, just don't call me late for supper.

Ah, David Horowitz - every neoconservative's favorite former Marxist. Well, as interesting as Mr. Horowitz' opinion may be, it is still only an opinion. Mr. Horowitz is a propagandist who is careless with his facts. He referred to one anti-Iraq war demonstration in Washington as a gathering of "100,000 Communist." I happened to be there and didn't bump into any Communists myself, but hey, who knows. Maybe they were all hiding in the bushes.

A humorous, but irrelevant article.

Because David Horowitz wanted to destroy his country when he was a Marxist some thirty odd years ago does not mean all anti-war protesters share (or shared) his twisted vision.

Seriously, after Charlie removed my limbs, I am proud to be able to type anything at all. Plus I think my 333 suicide attempts were just a cry for help. :(

Based on this and the rest of your junk, you are horrible. Are you even human? God damn I prey an angry feral beaver slowly chews your nuts off. Just because you got strung up by the VC doesn't give you any right to say anything about District 268. It's people like you who fuel the rumor that vietnam vets are INSANE. Apparently the army didn't instill any honour in you.

Based on this and the rest of your junk, you are horrible. Are you even human? God damn I prey an angry feral beaver slowly chews your nuts off. Just because you got strung up by the VC doesn't give you any right to say anything about District 268. It's people like you who fuel the rumor that vietnam vets are INSANE. Apparently the army didn't instill any honour in you.


HaHaHa. Yes, I am quite mad. In case you didn't realize it I am a complete fraud. Way to believe everything you read.

The other day I stubbed my toe... it sucked a lot.

The worst pain I was ever in only lasted 3 seconds. Then, thankfully, I passed out. I was shot with a 357 hollowpoint. The gun was close enough to me that I had powder burns. The bullet hit my bladder, colon, kidney, and both intestines. I had to have a colostomy, 3 feet of small intestine removed, 4 inches of large intestine removed, lost 1/4 of my bladder, and separated the ureters from my left kidney.

The worst mental pain I was in was waking up in the hospital the next day, lifting the blanket and seeing 4 tubes stiking out of me and seeing the colostomy.

That sucked.

The other day I stubbed my toe... it sucked a lot.

Once I stubbed my toe so badly I fractured it. I went to school for a week and had a game of football before going to hospital to have it x-rayed. That really sucked, as I started stubbing my toe twice as much for some reason. Stubbing a fractured toe isn't much fun.

Ah, David Horowitz - every neoconservative's favorite former Marxist. Well, as interesting as Mr. Horowitz' opinion may be, it is still only an opinion. Mr. Horowitz is a propagandist who is careless with his facts. He referred to one anti-Iraq war demonstration in Washington as a gathering of "100,000 Communist." I happened to be there and didn't bump into any Communists myself, but hey, who knows. Maybe they were all hiding in the bushes.

A humorous, but irrelevant article.

Because David Horowitz wanted to destroy his country when he was a Marxist some thirty odd years ago does not mean all anti-war protesters share (or shared) his twisted vision.

I'm afraid he knows quite a bit more about things then you do. Dude, why protest when you can get a freaking job and take a shower?

How was the article irrelevent? Because it didn't fit your way of thinking? Face it, you have the blood of thousands of innocent babies on your hands as your kind delayed the ending of the war.

Don't believe my statement? Read up on Vo Nguyen Giap anytime you like, and see what he thought about thise whole anti-war thingy.

I'm afraid he knows quite a bit more about things then you do. Dude, why protest when you can get a freaking job and take a shower?

How was the article irrelevent? Because it didn't fit your way of thinking? Face it, you have the blood of thousands of innocent babies on your hands as your kind delayed the ending of the war.

Don't believe my statement? Read up on Vo Nguyen Giap anytime you like, and see what he thought about thise whole anti-war thingy.

The american government didn't have to bow down to pressure from the anti-war movement. Were the opinions of the North Vietnamese generals known at the time? If so, the american government could have made it public, which would have increased support for the war. If not, you can't really blame the anti war protestors.

The american government didn't have to bow down to pressure from the anti-war movement. Were the opinions of the North Vietnamese generals known at the time? If so, the american government could have made it public, which would have increased support for the war. If not, you can't really blame the anti war protestors.

I can and will blame them if I want too.

I can and will blame them if I want too.

Sure, blame it on the hippies if you like. :rolleyes:

Another painful moment of mine occured just last year. I was cleaning my 12 gauge and I forgot to unload it and left it cocked. I guess I shouldn't have had the barrel that close to my mouth either, but thats water under the dam. Anywho, it went off and blasted part of my head off. I felt a burning sensation, but the blood loss was astonishing. Somehow it scabbed up and I'm ok. God is punishing me by making me lose more and more of my body. I have no arms and legs and am missing my left eye and right ear. Now I have a freaking hole in my head. Why won't God let me pass on?

Sure, blame it on the hippies if you like. :rolleyes:


If I had my limbs back I would seriously kick those dirty hippies back to San Fran.

If I had my limbs back I would seriously kick those dirty hippies back to San Fran.

Just out of curiosity, how do you type?

My worst pain was not going to the dentist with problems with my wisdom teeth because I figured whiskey and weed would cure the problem. It transpired I was wrong, and I soon discovered that the pain of wisdom teeth which are forcing your other teeth out of your jaw is nothing compared to the pain of having had wisdom teeth snapped out of your jaw with an inadequate local anaesthetic. And then the bugger told me I couldn't smoke or drink for 6 hours. Charming!

Just out of curiosity, how do you type?

With my Gene Simmons like tongue.

Another painful moment of mine occured just last year. I was cleaning my 12 gauge and I forgot to unload it and left it cocked. I guess I shouldn't have had the barrel that close to my mouth either, but thats water under the dam. Anywho, it went off and blasted part of my head off. I felt a burning sensation, but the blood loss was astonishing. Somehow it scabbed up and I'm ok. God is punishing me by making me lose more and more of my body. I have no arms and legs and am missing my left eye and right ear. Now I have a freaking hole in my head. Why won't God let me pass on?

Three things wrong with this.

1) With no arms, It would be extreamly hard to clean a 12 gauge.

2) With no arms, you couldn't type on a computer, so you wouldn't be here.

3) In this condition you would be in some sort of hospital.

4) Bring shot in the mouth with a gun would kill you, if it was aimed up, it would have hit your brain. If It was aiming down, it would have gone through your throught. Without being rushed to a hospital, you would have died


Sorrry Johnny, but with all due respect, I think you are full of BS....

With my Gene Simmons like tongue.


Hahaha nice lie. Goes great with all the others you've posted.

Three things wrong with this.

1) With no arms, It would be extreamly hard to clean a 12 gauge.

2) With no arms, you couldn't type on a computer, so you wouldn't be here.

3) In this condition you would be in some sort of hospital.

4) Bring shot in the mouth with a gun would kill you, if it was aimed up, it would have hit your brain. If It was aiming down, it would have gone through your throught. Without being rushed to a hospital, you would have died


Sorrry Johnny, but with all due respect, I think you are full of BS....

I've had no limbs since 72, so I can wiggle around pretty good.

First I have a cleaning rod thing that i put on my head.

Second, I do not need limbs to type, I am still quite nimble for the condition I am in. Listen Hawkings can't move his freaking body, but he types. Is he full of BS?

No I don't need a hospital, as I've been out of there since 75. My wife helps out.

Fourth it was a freak shot, I'm glad I had 12 gauge slugs in the gun. My wifey was at the market and it scabbed up pretty quick. I just can't rmember who I am all the time!

Now be nice! :(

Johnny Wadd, you are a complete asshole. You mock all of us, thinking you can get some attention by saying your a POW. You do deserve all that. You deserve to be beat till near death and then burnned at the stake. You should be chased out of the country, you damn scumbag. You don't deserve to live in this country. You deserve death, and anything worse. Burn in Hell.....

It's no skin off my nose...

I have no nose.

*perpetuates myth*

Appendicitus was my worst pain. It almost ruptured because I thought I could take the pain. I barfed 12 times maybe more (I couldn't eat anything without it exiting myt mouth), I don't remember and I was dehydrated shaking around. I just stared at this spot at on the carpet curled up in the fetal position and thought this was what it was like to die. It seemed to dull the pain all over my stomach staring at the smallest part of the carpet.

I've been shot in the nuts playing paintball running full speed ahead. My paintball gun flipped out of my hand and broke in half as I crashed into the ground. Sometimes I wonder if they do that on purpose because they don't want to be bunkered. The only way they can stop aggression eh? Go for the balls. The paintballs travel at 200mph. It's not really that bad. There is this exercise you do where you jump up and down with your arms extended up in the air. The pain disappears in 10 seconds.

The thing that would be the worst for me to suffer would be...

A pain not of body, or of spirit...but of mind...hallucenations of loved ones dying...watching myself burn alive, and knowing that its all not really happening, but no matter how hard I try, being unable to undo the flames...hanging upside down in an Abyss, and feeling myself being beaten, punched, raped, and knowing its fake.
And then, having my soul slowly, painfully devoured.

I think my worst pain was giving birth to my first child.
I thought you were a man.

I thought you were a man.

If what he said is true, I sure hope not! :eek:

Worst pain when my appendix ruptured and most of its contents went all over my intestines and started eating them away. Thats the worst possible pain i have ever experienced. i didnt sleep, eat, drink, or even move for 3 days. And i was about 12 at the time, and my mom thought i was doing it for attention. They eventually decided this want fake and took me to a retard hospital(Im saying the doctors are retarded, not saying its something for people with mental dissabilities) where they gave me enough duladin for man much larger than me. So the doctor at the GOOD hospital didnt diagnose it quickly. Hell, you could have shot me and i wouldnt have noticed. I was only 10 minutes from dying when they removed it at started pumping antibiotics into me. I spent 8 days on it, because the appendix fluids were all over my intestines, and some even got on my liver. Subterfuges, you know your appendix messing up, it hurts much worse when the entire thing burst apart. Much, much worse.

Or that time i got a machete burried in my chin to the bone. Went to the same doctor that drugged me badly on duladin, and they GLUED it together. I have a nasty scar on my chin now. It was very amusing! :(

Having a catheter pulled out. "This might feel a little uncomfortable." YANK! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! :eek: A 'little uncomfortable,' eh? :rolleyes: It hurt like hell. :( I still have the scar after almost four years. :mad:

I haven't had much physical pain; I've never even broken a bone. I've gone through quite a bit of emotional pain though. My father died when I was 4 and my grandfather died when I was 10. I think that the worst pain ever was when I was endlessly bullied in late primary school. I felt near suicidal.

reading anti-war statements from the likes of Kerry, Fonda, Hoffman, etc, calling you a criminal.
Is this actually true or are you trying to make a political point?

If the politicians had listened to the anti-war people, you wouldn't have been in Vietnam in the first place. I'm sorry to hear about your torture.

Yeah. I met some of them. Really great people. Just ask them and they would tell you ... after they spit on you and threw things at you and held you, the soldier, responsible for their damned hatred. Yeah. Really great patriots. :rolleyes:
OH right, so the majority of anti-war protestors are rabid face-spitters?

You're far, far more than welcome. After seeing the latest figures on voluntary contributions to the SE Asian disaster relief, there seem to be lots and lots of people who care. :)
Where can I see such figures? I agree, it's good to know that the "I don't care, it doesn't affect me" people appear to be in the minority.

It's because of those "Patriots" that the war lasted as long as it did. They stretched the war out for another 2 years at least.
Oh yes of course the extension of the Vietnam war had everything to do with the decisions of anti-war protestors and nothing to do with the decisions of politicans. Of course. :rolleyes:

Got my leg trapped and nearly chewed off by a faulty escalator.

200+ stitches and 15 operations and it took me half a year for me to start walking again.
Wow, sorry to hear about that. How did you get your leg stuck in an escalator?

Hmm, maybe because those hippies were giving a morale boost to the North, thinking that if they could hold out long enough, the US would have to give up as their nation would collapse. Read up on the Vietnam War.
I think that the Viet Cong were fighting for things a bit more important to them than American hippies*. Surely they would have continued fighting whether they knew about the anti-war movement or not?

*If it sounds like I'm apologist for the Viet Cong, I'm not. Even though I think that both sides committed disgraceful atrocities in that war, the Viet Cong were definitely worse.

Evidentally you didn't try hard enough. Guns do the job, gasoline, a handfill of goofballs and a bottle of whiskey are also pretty guranteed. Are you Lane Meyers from "Better Off Dead"?
Oh, the perfect thing to say! :rolleyes:

I'm afraid he knows quite a bit more about things then you do. Dude, why protest when you can get a freaking job and take a shower?

How was the article irrelevent? Because it didn't fit your way of thinking? Face it, you have the blood of thousands of innocent babies on your hands as your kind delayed the ending of the war.
Nice response: "you're an unemployed dirty hippy"

Do you honestly think that protestors had more of an effect on war policy than Johnson, Nixon or McNamara (or Nixon's DOD secretaries)?

Johnny Wadd, you are a complete asshole. You mock all of us, thinking you can get some attention by saying your a POW. You do deserve all that. You deserve to be beat till near death and then burnned at the stake. You should be chased out of the country, you damn scumbag. You don't deserve to live in this country. You deserve death, and anything worse. Burn in Hell.....
Whether he's a liar or an asshole or not surely he deserves none of that! Stop being such a nutcase.

OH right, so the majority of anti-war protestors are rabid face-spitters?

Yes, they were. They also threw spiked balls, plastic bags filled with blood, chunks of cement, bricks, bottles, human feces, bags of urine, etc., at police; burned down buildings; ripped apart flags; urinated on Washington's statue; etc. They were a bunch of savages, little more than animals.

I haven't had much physical pain; I've never even broken a bone. I've gone through quite a bit of emotional pain though. My father died when I was 4 and my grandfather died when I was 10. I think that the worst pain ever was when I was endlessly bullied in late primary school. I felt near suicidal.

I'm sorry about your father and grandfather. I'm also sorry you were bullied. Only a complete f***ing asshole would bully someone as nice as you. :mad:

Once when i was in my atic my dad had been doing construction and pulled out a board full of nails out and laid it across the walk way BUT no one told me so i went up there triped and got a nail through my knee
also
I've fallen down the stairs once but what makes it hurt is the stairs are like platforms side by side going up and there only four feet from the wall

Dislocating my knee was horrible

my mates thought the shape of my leg was funny tho

when my testicle swelled up to the size of an average cantelop. I would pass out and throw up from the pain. It felt like someone was constantly kicking me in the balls.

Lasted 3 days, went to the doctor. Got some surgery.

Got a kick ass scar going right down the middle of my scrotum.

T.m.i.

Yes, they were. They also threw spiked balls, plastic bags filled with blood, chunks of cement, bricks, bottles, human feces, bags of urine, etc., at police; burned down buildings; ripped apart flags; urinated on Washington's statue; etc. They were a bunch of savages, little more than animals.

Wow, you are quite the creative writer. Would it be ill-mannered of me to break the suspension of disbelief you have created and ask for one small shread of evidence that returning soldiers were subjected to this abuse?

Wow, you are quite the creative writer. Would it be ill-mannered of me to break the suspension of disbelief you have created and ask for one small shread of evidence that returning soldiers were subjected to this abuse?

Soldiers weren't, but police were, during some of the more radical demonstrations, like the riot at the Democratic National Convention in Chicago in 1968.

I have lived through a lot of pain nothing from accidents or other people attacking me.
Almost every year my doctors find some all important life threatening problem that needs to be opperated on. So in 19 years that is over 18 surgeries.
To date the worst is this one I'm recovering from now. I had a trecheohtomy (spelling?) inserted into my neck, because my brain forgets to tell me to breath at night.
I could not talk for a month and when I breath you can her the lungs and air rush agaist the hard plastic tube that is partially choking me.
The oxygen and humidifiers that must always be on create so much noise that I'm going deaf, and can't talk or watch TV, even though I already wear hearing aids.

HaHaHa. Yes, I am quite mad. In case you didn't realize it I am a complete fraud. Way to believe everything you read.

Well, so your a liar on top of your other *ahem* credentials.

You've said you're a vet before, and if it was nam then your story is believable. To think I began with sympathy for you. FYI, I've met people who actually fought in Vietnam, I hope one of them meets you in RL... That will be fun to watch.

You -> :) :sniper:

Soldiers weren't, but police were, during some of the more radical demonstrations, like the riot at the Democratic National Convention in Chicago in 1968.

Or like when police attacked the people at the rage against the machine concert outside the democratic national convention in L.A in 2000.

Falling about 120 yards down the side of a mountain after slipping on ice while snowboarding......having a helmet does come in handy.

Watching the planes slam into the WTC, it will never leave my mind.

Amazing, we have so many history majors here, I bet half of ya'll weren't even alive during Vietnam.... :rolleyes:

10 years old at the beach. Was sliding down an outdated waterslide on my stomach backwards.. dragged my feet.. a slither of the paint from the slide slipped under my big toenail.. only felt a quick sharp pain atm. Got down into water , saw blood around my foot. Parents took me to a local medical clinic where the doc proceded to numb that toe so he could begin to pull off the toenail , as the paint was poisonous to my body if left in place. The numbing didn't take, I felt everything. He drilled a hole in the lower part of the nail, proceeded to pull it off from there. I never cried, screamed or anything, I just 'strained'.. my Dad cried as he was standing over me. Couple days later after back home a patch of hair on my head about 3 inches in diameter fell out from the 'stress' of holding 'it in' during the pain I suppose. Nail and hair grew back fine. I can't really remember the pain now. I'm sure natural pain endorphines did kick in during that procedure. But now that I look back, I can't imagine any nail being pulled off while feeling everything. They'd have to knock me the f**k out!

Reminds me of after I had surgery for appendicitus these inexperienced nurses needed to put an IV in me. I thought it would be easily done but they couldn't find the vein so they kept stabbing my wrist over and over again. It felt like my wrist was being crucified 30 times.

Another painful moment of mine occured just last year. I was cleaning my 12 gauge and I forgot to unload it and left it cocked. I guess I shouldn't have had the barrel that close to my mouth either, but thats water under the dam. Anywho, it went off and blasted part of my head off. I felt a burning sensation, but the blood loss was astonishing. Somehow it scabbed up and I'm ok. God is punishing me by making me lose more and more of my body. I have no arms and legs and am missing my left eye and right ear. Now I have a freaking hole in my head. Why won't God let me pass on?


My cousin actually did shoot himself with a shotgun but it was in the gut. He was drunk ofcourse. Had many surgeries afterwards, lived for like 5 more years. A doctor Ferguson from Winston-Salem, NC was his surgeon. He's dead now. But he had written a book and that surgery is in it.

Yes, they were. They ... burned down buildings; ripped apart flags; urinated on Washington's statue; etc. They were a bunch of savages, little more than animals.
Would it be too much to ask for a source for these ones? I find it hard to believe that they would urinate on Washington's statue (what did he have to do with the Vietnam war ) and I've never heard of them burning buildings.
Only a complete f***ing asshole would bully someone as nice as you. :mad:
As a matter of fact, they [i]were, complete f***ing assholes. ;)

Would it be too much to ask for a source for these ones? I find it hard to believe that they would urinate on Washington's statue (what did he have to do with the Vietnam war ) and I've never heard of them burning buildings.

Only the most radical of the protesters did these things. Most did not.

As a matter of fact, they [i]were, complete f***ing assholes. ;)

I wish I could punch those bastards in the face.

Soldiers weren't, but police were, during some of the more radical demonstrations, like the riot at the Democratic National Convention in Chicago in 1968.

You are defending those 1968 fascist, jack booted Chicago cops in the most corrupt city in America?

I started getting migraines before I started school (I was about 3 or 4), and my doctor denied that anyone my age could get them, and said I was probably just doing it for attention..It was a little scary not knowing why my head hurt so bad, and being too young to go anywhere/do anything to find out.

I know what you're talking about with the migraine thing.
I started getting them about a month ago, and I though something along the lines of:
"Oh shit. I've got a tumor or something!"
Then I promptly walked into a wall at great speed and fell over, which didn't help my migraine much, nor did it help my still healing wrist from one of my last escapades, involving a car door and somebody who wasn't paying any attention.

Wow. That was random.

Soldiers weren't, but police were, during some of the more radical demonstrations, like the riot at the Democratic National Convention in Chicago in 1968.OK as someone old enough to actually remember the event, I'd just like to say WTF?

Even the most jaded of historians has admitted the situation was basically a riot by the police. It promoted sweeping reforms in the way demonstrations are handled by uniformed police.

I was surfing in 1998 and hit a wave the wrong way. Flipped under my surfboard to which my tailfin sliced into my right shoulder blade. I have a 3 1/2 - 4" scar on my shoulder from it that's about 1/2 cm wide, too. I had to get mad stitches for that.

My worst pain? Tough choice. Even if I limit the choices to physical pain.

Well there's the incident that resulted in the loss of one toe (almost two), I did start to slip into shock on that one. Nah, the time I went over the bars and broke my thumb in the drops hurt worse than that.

Oh, maybe the time that Buick wasted me and my diamondback tourer? Eh, laid me up for a while but the intensity of the pain still wasn't off the chart, last January's dive into the pavement when my front wheel got taken out was as bad as that (and resulted in a longer hospital stay).

There was that street fight on mothers day in '85, I did get a chuck of flesh taken out of my leg with a pipe. But my adreniline level was so high I didn't even notice till afterwards.

As far as short term intense pain goes, I'll have to go with the time James knocked me through the garage door,

With a '62 Bonneville.

I couldn't breath for what seemed like an eternity at the time. The impact on my solar plexus was so hard my diaphram just seemed to shut down for a minute or two.

Ah, good times.

Hmm...

I seem to be a magnet for groin pain. I have been to the hospital twice due to incidents in which I had to make sure everything was in tact. I would say that the more painful of these was a fight with an ex-girlfriend's brother. It was supposed to be semi-competitive. We were in a boxing ring. Unfortunately, things turned very vicious, and I was clearly losing. After getting the hell beaten out of me, he made the very non-chalant announcement that he was going to destroy my manhood and proceeded to kick, punch and squeeze my testicles repeatedly. After puking all over myself, and the beating still continued, I passed out, fearful that I'd awaken without my balls. Come to find out that once some of the others watching realized that this was serious and going way too far, they pulled him off me. I awoke in a friend's car on the way to the hospital. Both of my testicles were agonizingly painful and swollen.

Fortunately, there was no permanent damage. Though the doctor could not rule out the possibility that I might never have a child(I could and did). Nevertheless, I didn't walk right for a week. It was pretty awful. But nothing compares to the dread of thinking you've lost them. A side-note, I also had a dislocated shoulder, a broken nose and two cracked ribs.

An honorable mention goes to the time I rode my bike off a cliff and hit a tree on the way down. I'm reasonably sure I bruised my entire torso and broke my leg.

I hope you got that son of a b-tch back for what he did to you! He must've been a real Asshole.

when my testicle swelled up to the size of an average cantelop. I would pass out and throw up from the pain. It felt like someone was constantly kicking me in the balls.

Lasted 3 days, went to the doctor. Got some surgery.

Got a kick ass scar going right down the middle of my scrotum.


OMG a cantelope! Poor poor guy. I'm a girl , but that sounds horribly painful. :(

The most horrible pain I had was some sort of stomach inflammation that would cause me horrible pain every time I had a bowel movement (which for your information always happens around 11pm). I was rarely able to sleep for the 3 months that I had the pain.

I have no idea what caused it. perhaps a fungal or bacterial infection. I remember drinking from a canteen that was left out overnight and I found a skin of fungus over it some time before the pains started.

You never went to a doctor :confused:

My mother had stomach problems for years off and on before finally finding a good doctor that cared enough and actually took the time to find out what the real problem was which was a fungal infection. She was prescribed a whole slew of meds that she had to take over a period of 2 weeks, hasn't had a problem since. All the doctors before just chalked it up to IBS.

Pain has many different shapes and types, which aren't really comparable, if they're about the same severity.

Pain one, I fell off a bicycle seat, on the frame, balls first.

Pain two, when a suspicious knot - which turned out to be a dermatofibroma - was being cut off my back, and the local anaesthetic wasn't potent enough. I could feel the scalpel cutting a piece of me off. It made me cold sweaty and to gasp. The pain could be felt as a paralysing force on the whole body, not just the affected area. That's the difference between real pain and "just a little prick" pain.


/shudder

The worst pain I was ever in only lasted 3 seconds. Then, thankfully, I passed out. I was shot with a 357 hollowpoint. The gun was close enough to me that I had powder burns. The bullet hit my bladder, colon, kidney, and both intestines. I had to have a colostomy, 3 feet of small intestine removed, 4 inches of large intestine removed, lost 1/4 of my bladder, and separated the ureters from my left kidney.

The worst mental pain I was in was waking up in the hospital the next day, lifting the blanket and seeing 4 tubes stiking out of me and seeing the colostomy.

That sucked.

:(

Having a catheter pulled out. "This might feel a little uncomfortable." YANK! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! :eek: A 'little uncomfortable,' eh? :rolleyes: It hurt like hell. :( I still have the scar after almost four years. :mad:


Oh shit.
Thar makes me look forwards to catheters a whole hell of a lot...
*whimper*

I'm going to go curl up in a fetal position in the corner and cry.
:(

Losing my aunt was my greatest emotional anguish.

Perhaps you could use GPS next time?

My worst pain was not going to the dentist with problems with my wisdom teeth because I figured whiskey and weed would cure the problem. It transpired I was wrong, and I soon discovered that the pain of wisdom teeth which are forcing your other teeth out of your jaw is nothing compared to the pain of having had wisdom teeth snapped out of your jaw with an inadequate local anaesthetic. And then the bugger told me I couldn't smoke or drink for 6 hours. Charming!

I had this sort of problem. Only, while also pushing my other teeth around, my wisdom teeth were also broken to pieces. Before they came in, chunks of tooth would surface through my gums.

Later, when the wisdom teeth finally came, they were broken to bits, which exposed the nerves. While I ate, food would invariably lodge into the broken teeth, causing a pain I can only describe as getting hot needles stabbed into my head. Picking the food out worsened the pain, but I had to do it anyways , because if I didn't, it would last longer than the hour or two it usually would.

I had this sort of problem. Only, while also pushing my other teeth around, my wisdom teeth were also broken to pieces. Before they came in, chunks of tooth would surface through my gums.

Later, when the wisdom teeth finally came, they were broken to bits, which exposed the nerves. While I ate, food would invariably lodge into the broken teeth, causing a pain I can only describe as getting hot needles stabbed into my head. Picking the food out worsened the pain, but I had to do it anyways , because if I didn't, it would last longer than the hour or two it usually would.

Eesh...One of mine is chipped at one corner, and it's not that it hurts..it just feels very weird.

I know what you're talking about with the migraine thing.
I started getting them about a month ago, and I though something along the lines of:
"Oh shit. I've got a tumor or something!"
Then I promptly walked into a wall at great speed and fell over, which didn't help my migraine much, nor did it help my still healing wrist from one of my last escapades, involving a car door and somebody who wasn't paying any attention.

Wow. That was random.

Whatever you do, don't take Aleve. Apparently I'm not the only migraine-sufferer who has passed out/blacked out from taking it. It was recently discovered (yeah right, I bet they knew it before and were too chickenshit to announce it) that Aleve can cause a stroke..definitely worse than the headaches.

This one time I zipped up my zipper too fast.

Yeah you and Ben Stiller, both had frank over beans.

Evidentally you didn't try hard enough. Guns do the job, gasoline, a handfill of goofballs and a bottle of whiskey are also pretty guranteed. Are you Lane Meyers from "Better Off Dead"?

Nah I just got lucky 14 times, or else it was God that didn't want me to die yet.

I tried things like a handful of Soma (backpain pills) and booze, it only made me sleep for a day and I woke up feeling bad afterworlds and disappointed that I didn't die. I also slashed my jugular with a razor blade, no wrists for me during that momment. But it is all in the past.

Seriously, if you can't get it right after 14 tries, you're a disgrace.


Just wait for number 15, it may involve a shotgun and pulling the trigger with my toe. I hope it does not get to that. :(

Just wait for number 15, it may involve a shotgun and pulling the trigger with my toe. I hope it does not get to that. :(

Don't bother gracing him with a reply, mate. He was just being an asswipe.

Based on this and the rest of your junk, you are horrible. Are you even human? God damn I prey an angry feral beaver slowly chews your nuts off. Just because you got strung up by the VC doesn't give you any right to say anything about District 268. It's people like you who fuel the rumor that vietnam vets are INSANE. Apparently the army didn't instill any honour in you.

Actually I find that he has a dark sense of humor. I was in the US Army ROTC program until I got too sick to qualify for the US Army and had to quit. If I didn't get so physically and mentally ill, I'd have been in the first Gulf War.

There are doubts about my sanity too.

I scored A+ in both classes of Military Science that I took, I was in the top 2% of the ASVAB tests, and every branch of the military wanted to recruit me. I might have at least made Captain I was told.

My life has been ruined by several illnesses that cut short my career in the military and private sector. I am fighting to gain control over my mental illnesses. I am finding that some of my antidepressants like Paxil, caused the suicidal behavior.

I cannot live, and yet I cannot die. My living is suffering, which only the sweet release of death can cure, but I cannot go that route for it is madness.

Life insurance companies refuse to cover me because I am so sick, they say I won't live to 40, and I will be 37 this year.

If we cannot learn to laugh at our problems and laugh at death, well then maybe we do go insane?

Johnny Wadd served the country, but I was not able to. I was willing to go, but it was not allowed. Johnny Wadd is a hero, and I think he has a sense of humor about him. Just making it to one more day of living is a lot for me to do in my current situation.

Johnny Wadd served the country, but I was not able to. I was willing to go, but it was not allowed. Johnny Wadd is a hero, and I think he has a sense of humor about him. Just making it to one more day of living is a lot for me to do in my current situation.This man is no hero. He is a troll. He has admitted in another thread to making it all up. I doubt he is anywhere close to being old enough to have served in Viet Nam.

This man is no hero. He is a troll. He has admitted in another thread to making it all up. I doubt he is anywhere close to being old enough to have served in Viet Nam.

He actually admitted to making it all up? Based on that information, I would assume that he's 13.

I wish you the best of luck, District 268.

This man is no hero. He is a troll. He has admitted in another thread to making it all up. I doubt he is anywhere close to being old enough to have served in Viet Nam.Just to confirm TLP's claim I dug these up.
Yes the disgruntled vet is another character in my brain. Borrowed from Missing in Action Part II.
Give me a break, I'm a retard with a computer, just typing some nonsense here and there.
Yep he's a troll.

My worst pain was getting three or four injections on my big toe so the in-grown nail could be removed. I've had that operation 4 times.

Blowing my knee out, I guess.

I was riding my bike to school when somehow, my foot managed to worm itself in the spokes of the front tire. I was thrown over the handle bars into the street where I was nearly hit by a car but got hit by my falling bike instead.

Somehow I managed to come out with only minor cuts and bruises and a day off school (but I did spend 4-5 hours in the hospital)!

I got to say it was my torqued testicle. See, I went to the hospital to have it checked out and the doctor said "Well, we'll try to un-torque it manually". That basically consisted of twisting my testicle... didn't work. So they sent me over to another hospital where they could do the surgery for it. The doctor there said "Well, before we take you in for surgery I'm going to need to try to un-torque it manually"
"But they just did that over at the Hotel Dieu."
"Yeah... sorry. You can hit me if it makes you feel any better."
I didn't hit him.... why didn't I hit him?
And after all that, I still had to go in for surgery.

Yeah, so that's not as bad as what some folks were saying, but it's all that comes to mind... maybe a few times my neck or back got twisted something painful wrestling in high-school but no.. I don't think any of those were worse.

My worst pain was getting three or four injections on my big toe so the in-grown nail could be removed. I've had that operation 4 times.
Dude! I had that operation 5 times on my right toe-nail, once on my left. What is it about toenails that they keep on getting messed up over and over again?

lovely thread. :eek:

Dude! I had that operation 5 times on my right toe-nail, once on my left. What is it about toenails that they keep on getting messed up over and over again?

I've had that done multiple times too. :(

I think my worst pain was when I broke my arm, and I had to sleep with it...while laying on a 2nd degree burn that covered my entire back (ouch).

I think I have an immortality complex. The only way to explain some of the crap I've gotten myself into.
Compound fracture of the left fibia and tibia. motorcycle wreck.
Compound fracture of the right patella. Car wreck.
Fractures of the upper and lower mandibles as well as left cheekbone. 2x4 in a bar fight.
Appendicitis, burst ovarian cyst and kidney stones were pretty painful. But the absolute worst, even worse than broken bones, was a dental problem.

A couple of years ago I was homeless for about three months. I was in a shelter but had no way to get dental care. The Baptist Mission did free extractions so I went there. I had a broken molar and it was already pretty painful.

What I didn't know was they rationed pain medication. They only allowed a maximum of two novacaine shots and refused to prescribe pain medication for afterwards. Since the tooth was broken to the root so they had to chip it out piece by piece. It was especially hard to remove since my jaw had been badly broken and had nice wires all through it.

I actually bawled and scratched the dentists arm trying to get him to stop. I'm not exactly a big baby when it comes to pain. I didn't cry when I broke any of the bones, even though I was just eleven when I broke my left leg.

Also, a dental problem.

My upper right wisdom tooth came in absess.
If any of you know what this is like, its about the worst pain humans can experience short of childbirth.

I was having breakfast with my girlfriend at the time, and went across the street to pick up a pack of smokes.
I got halfway back, and was packing them, when suddenly I thought someone had shot me in the face.

It was so bad it took me to my knees, and I nearly lost conciousness.
Then it was gone.
I went inside and told the GF what happened and as I was explaining, it happened again.

All I could do is clutch my head, and do that half-angry-half scream that you do when in intense pain.
"GRRRAAAAHHHHHHHHOOOOOHHHH!!!"

It was the worst thing, ever.

I wouldnt wish that kind of pain on anyone.

"GRRRAAAAHHHHHHHHOOOOOHHHH!!!"


Gesundheit.

Gesundheit.


Actually, that was my wilderbeast mating call.

Its good to have one, you know.

Collapsing head-first on a beerbottle.... or running into the doorframe with my little toe

I had a nerve infection in my jaw. At first they didn't know what was wrong with me. The pain was so great, I couldn't even fall asleep. I was awake for four days straight in pain. I was so exausted. I kept starting to nod off but then the pain would wake me again. It was horrible.

In the end when they figured out what happened they drilled into my jaw and removed the infected part of the nerve.

Oh well. I got nifty X-rays of my skull out of it.

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i mangled my knee last april - was in a fencing competition and i was kinda running at the other person when i stupidly locked my left knee and landed all my weight on it... not good. so smart am i that i did it again, about 10 minutes later, and almost collapsed with the pain, had to pull outta the competition.
oh yes, driving home that evening was a bit difficult as i couldn't straighten my knee for , ooh about 2 weeks afterwards... so it was 40 mph on the main road for about 55 mins in excruciating agony!! dont ya just love competitive sports!

still can't run on it but at least i've learnt not to lock my knees!!!!

when I broke my collarbone
I hear that I broke mine in 3 places, my right collor bone is now shorter then my left and is a constant source of pain, I should get it rebroken and mended but im either lazy or a sucker for pain.

My worst pain was when I was tortured by being hog-tied, with a rope tied around my neck tightly, and being hung from the ceiling. My shoulders were both dislocated and my legs broken. All to get me to confess to being a warcriminal. Which I never did.

Describe your terrible pain.
You've been wanting to say this for awhile right?

I'm lucky, in that I haven't had anything TOO bad. The worst was a root canal... owch. Just woke up one day and felt like I had been stabbed with a very very very sharp, hot piece of metal. To make matters worse, it was Sunday, and the only dentist around was in this shitty medical centre, and they just jabbed me with novocaine and sent me on my way.

The next day I went to my normal dentist, who I hate, who tried to REMOVE said infected molar. Only I had an allergic reaction to the novocaine and it basically... failed. And he didn't believe me. Ever had a pair of plyers jammed in your mouth, knowing it's to yank out a tooth with NO MEDICATION? Yeah. I kicked him.

After that we tried another dentist XD She started out scraping out the tooth (it had developed underneath a filling) and I could just smell this... rotten smell, and knowing it came from my own MOUTH... yuck. YUCK. This one didn't go so well either, so we went to a FOURTH dentist, who fortunately was really nice, used PROPER novocaine and managed to calm me down. He was the one I went to my follow-up treatments for. The actual scraping out of infected nerves? Owwww...

Still, seven visits to the dentist in three weeks? NOT FUN!

Also, until I got the proper filling back in, I had a temporary cap that would be heated up and melded to the tooth. So to use this, they use what looks like a soldering iron. The first time I smelt it (smells the same, too!), I jumped involuntarily, and got a burn the size of a five cent piece (Australian).

That was NOT a fun time.

Hmm, maybe because those hippies were giving a morale boost to the North, thinking that if they could hold out long enough, the US would have to give up as their nation would collapse. Read up on the Vietnam War.

BTW are you an offspring of some barefooted hippies, or are you one of those freaks?

The US had no business in Nam. Period.

Current stomach pain from being unloved.

...

Ok, fine. It's more from the hatred. Burning, burning hatred. But it's connected to the unloved-ness.

/incoherent rant.

Current stomach pain from being unloved.

...

Ok, fine. It's more from the hatred. Burning, burning hatred. But it's connected to the unloved-ness.

/incoherent rant.


chocolate will make you feel better! releases the happy endolphins... and is a poopular cure for atomach ache of any kind!

Nothing special, a few broken bones here and there, a few shots to the balls, a few cricket balls to various parts of the body (including my nose earlier today, but that wasn't that bad. Bit of bruising, bit of swelling, a little blood) and the occasional hockey puck to an unprotected part of my body (like being hit in the chest by a full powered wrister from a few metres away. Fucks your breathing, I coughed up green shit for weeks). Actually, having a soccer goal collapse while I was standing underneath it (the crossbar landed square on my head) wasn't too fun either.

Current stomach pain from being unloved.

...

Ok, fine. It's more from the hatred. Burning, burning hatred. But it's connected to the unloved-ness.

/incoherent rant.
:fluffle:

You think you know pain i got my penis stuck in a food blender :headbang:

You think you know pain i got my penis stuck in a food blender :headbang:
what was your penis doing in a food blender to start with?
Sounds like you got what you deserved :p

You think you know pain i got my penis stuck in a food blender :headbang:

Why would you put any part of your body in a blender?!!!!