Your most painful experience!

I was wondering what you would classify as the most painful moment in your life so far.

When were you in the most pain of your life time? Was it after being shot with a paint ball gun or when you stubbed you toe against a door!

Oh, and once you have remembered what that experience was, remember to give it a pain rating from 1 to 10.

1 being not too painful and 10 extremely painful. I'm sorry if it brings back bad memories but i was just interested!

I think mine was when I was about 11 years old and I held a rocket (firework) in my hand and lit the blue touch paper! Mummy, burny, burny.
Pain Rating: 8

(Or was it when I bought a round at last year's reunion in Wrexham!) Pain Rating: 10:biggrinicon:

Snapped my achillies tendon when I feel through a trench sleeping bay in Tidworth (70s). I think Larry Burns built it!

Now that did make my eyes water.

On a 1 to 10, it had to be at least an 9!!!!!!!!!!

My knee replacement in January . Once the epidural and the nerve injection had worn off, the pain was unbelievable. I had a reaction to some of the pain killers (tramadol), morphine (by mouth) made me violently sick, cannot take Ibrofrofen or Asprin so I was left with Paracetamol and Codeine. The pain varied but I swear I got to a 9 at one stage. On top of that, I had special boots fitted that squeezed the feet every two minutes to prevent DVT all day and night for the first 48 hours so got very little sleep to get away from the constant ache (at its best after taking tablets). Would I do it again....absolutely! I had a few bad days and a couple of uncomfortable months but now, I dont have the pain and I dont have the Arthritis pain which many of you will I'm sure know about. Six months down the line my knee has improved (though the other one is getting worse and will eventually need replacing) and I am grateful for having had it done regardless of the pain. I would strongly recommend having it done if the chance is offered. My mate in the next bed was 82 when he had his done, 14 weeks later he phoned me to say that he was just leaving the hospital having had the other one done, my hero!

I think on a scale of 1-10 I would score my operation in 1994 as an 8 is the most painful experience of my life. I could not cough which I desperately needed to do and I had a physiotherapist who was worse than any PTI making me mobilise when the pain was excruciating.
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11yrs old. Caught my foreskin in a thick trouser zip.......and i'm talking proper caught up/mangled!!!! To make matters worse my Dad tried to release it by
giving the zip a proper tug. At that point I nearly passed out.....I was the saddest boy in Mid Wales. I can still remember the nurses at Newtown Cottage Hospital sniggering when I walked in with my Dad, covering my embarrassment with a coat. When the doctor pulled out a pair of pliers from the drawer I nearly passed out for a 2nd time. The pain probably wasn't that bad....but to an 11yr old boy the situation was hopeless.

Pain scale....6/10

Awww, poor young Al. That sounds emotionally as well as physically horrendous.

When I was 10 yrs old and a budding gymnast, I was doing flick flacks over the low wall of Holyhead police station. I miscalculated and fell badly. Managed to walk home to the Newry and was almost keeling over. When I got home My father (who's a *******) saw that my shoulder was out of it's socket and tried to force it back in, at which point a banshee like scream left my pitifully thin and frail body. He thought I was making a drama out of it (seriously..me? As if .:winkicon:) and made me walk from our house, down to Salt Island hospital. About 2 miles I think. Eventually we get there and the nurse checks my shoulder but my arm is also broken in 4 places and there's nothing they can do but get me to Bangor by Ambulance.
Then she put my arm in this inflatable splint thing - that hurt more than the walking and actual breaking.
Then she gave my Father a hell of a gobful - that made the rest all worthwhile - hehe.
Eventually I had 3 operations on my arm and to this day have less mobility in it and my left hand, as well as some pretty impressive scarring. Pain rating 4.5 (I'm a Holyhead girl)

Then there was childbirth....anyone want to hear about that? p/r = 2

Of course there was the time Patty got very, very drunk and decided to twist the night away with everyone on the dance floor.....to any music genre...he really didn't care. That was awfully painful to watch. Although I did manage to film it. p/r = off the damn scale:laugh:

Whilst making my way home from having just had a vasectomy the anaesthetic started to wear off, the pain became that unbearable I had to get off and push!

Shaz

The 2nd part of your post is priceless!!

Hingey

Hello Sharon,
Re your thread about child birth.A while ago I was at a rugby match and a second row forward was injured. The physio had a go at helping him but it was decided to send him to hospital. A big muscular nurse went to town on him becase he had dislocated his shoulder. He was screaming and shouting the place down. The nurse reprimanded him and said she had treated many women for child birth with less trouble. He then asked her if she had tried to replace them half an hour later.
Regards Don

I was walking through Wrexham with my 3 children (then aged 9, 7 and 3) one hot day in 1985, when I was stung on the wrist by a wasp, which I think I clipped as I tried to swat it.

I get quite a nasty reaction to wasp stings, my hand swelled in no time to something that resembled an inflated rubber glove.

But shortly after, I got a hell of a jolt from my nuts I had been stung THERE by another wasp, I don’t know what hurt most, the sting or me trying to kill the wasp - it was agony!

Then I was trying to pull the crotch of my trousers away from my body, convinced there was an angry, injured wasp in there. The kids thought I had gone NUTS – er – I mean MAD, leaping about like a bad impression of Mick Jagger. I tried to gather the 3 of them around me so I could quickly pull down my trousers, but this seemed to worry them even more! So I walked home holding myself as described, receiving some very strange looks, children 3 paces behind ('We're not with HIM'!)

But, on later inspection, NO WASP, so don’t ask me if it was inside or outside my trousers. But I reckon it was the one that got my wrist, I mortally wounded it, but it got its own back before it died.

Remember I said about a bad reaction to wasp stings. Oh boy! I thought that this needed seeing to, embarrassment put me off for an hour but it was getting more and more difficult to walk!

A neighbour gave me a lift to the hospital, poor guy nearly crashed twice on the way he was laughing so much. So I joined the queue at A&E outpatients at the Maelor.....

“Next”
“Oh, hello – I’ve been stung by a wasp”
“Where”?
“In a very embarrassing place” I whispered (I’m pointing downwards – there are about 4 people in the queue behind me and the waiting room is all in earshot – everything suddenly goes quiet, everyone wants to know where I’ve been stung)

“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN STUNG SIR?”
So I told her, and a muffled snigger went around the room.

These days I would have turned the tables on them, here’s what I’d do……………….

“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN STUNG SIR”?

“Ladies and Gentlemen, seeing as this place makes no attempt at privacy, I have an announcement to make. At approximately 1300 hrs today I was stung in the scrotum by a wasp, I was fully clothed at the time and I did not put the wasp there myself. Now my wedding tackle looks like two pickled eggs in a hairy bin liner and a jumbo sausage roll, so I am hoping these good people can get rid of the pain but leave the swelling. Thank you for your time”

But in those days I was just a soldier - not a hardened picture framer, so I sat there blushing and waited my turn.

The nurse that handed me my anti histamine pills tried to explain how many to take a day, but gave up for laughing and just pointed at the label as if to say “just read it”

It has to be when we were part of the enemy against Delta's, I think, in Belize.

We were captured, stripped naked and marched blindfolded through the pine forest. We eventually came to a stop and was told to lay down on our stomachs. All of a sudden we had sand poured onto our backs. The sand came off an ant hill!!!. The ants then started marching down throught the crack of our backsides onto our middle bits, stinging us, biting or whatever they do in the process. I still have nightmares of Terry Fox screaming his head off at the pain of the ants on his bits.

The thing is we were in the same Regiment!!

I was a J/S in Cwrt Y Gollen in 1976 . Whilst in the block during the evenings everyone was always thinking of new ways to get a laugh at someone elses expensive , french beds , hiding kit , all kinds of booby traps , you all know the form . Anyway , myself and a lad named Shelly (D&D) decided that we would design a new form of bed trap . remember those old steel beds , spring base in a solid steel rectangle frame and a steel head and foot board that supported the base via a slot . Well we made the bed to perfection and balanced the steel spring base onto both the head and foot board . As soon as the unsuspecting victim got into the bed the head and foot board would fall apart and the base would collapse onto the floor . The trap was set . I was dressed in normal block clothes being just an issued green towel wrapped around me and nothing else . I decided that the bottom part of the bedding would benefit from a little more tucking in so that it looked exactly as the unsuspecting victim had left it . Bad plan , I cautiously approached the foot of the bed and carefully began putting the final touches to our trap when all of a sudden the foot board moved and the spring base fell to the ground right on top of my right big toe which was totally un protected . It came down like a guillotine and broke my toe . I have never experienced such pain in all my life . Of course I then became the point of laughter and ridicule . Never , did I ever set up another prank involving beds . Pain level 9 . I have had an 11 but that's another story .

Either the evil sadistic shot putter of a German nurse that stabbed my stomach with needles every morning in Hospital or the equally sadistic German Doctor that had great fun removing the 3 pins from my broken finger using pliers and only a local anasthetic in my right arm. Breaking it was a piece of cake compared to those two (Amputation later was a breeze too) 8/10.

I think i've got away quite light over the years listening to your stories lads.. mine was when my apendicts nearly burst one day when in work.. the pain was like the worst sort of trapped wind you could ever imagine. Sat on the toilet in bloody agony waiting to have a **** that never came. pain 7 to midling 8.

Not being female so I wouldn't have exprienced child birth (all the ladies out there that have, I can image the pain that you went through) I was involved in a RTA whilst serving on the BMATT in Namibia the doctors had to draw fluid from my spine, If ever you wanted to see a grown man scream and cry then you should have been in the hospital that day. Don't recommend it to anyone.

Hard to go on after Johns Wasp, But in Berlin I had an op to remove a infected gland from my rear, the op went ok leaving a open wound, which in time would seal, only problem it would take 10 days and it was located in the direct pathway of my bum, so all the fluids acidy type that passed at least twice a day, whiched caused the most tremendos pain ever recived plus with the mussle movement ensuring the wound was well open, knowing all the time I will have this pain again in a few hours and not just the gland but as they where there they chopped my Hemorides off for good mesure, Oh how I laughed, pain rating 8 would I do it again NOPE!!!!! Not a chance just like the bandit in the Naafi Hold the Plums everytime lol

My most painful moment was getting ordered by th CO in Warminster backed by that bloody scouse Murphy, to go to the hampshire regiment in Berlin as Drum Major and on the hampshire Co's interview when he said " How does it feel to join the best regiment in the Division" I replied " It's a pleasure to be here Sir"
That Gentlemen, is real pain 10/10.
Dai