Whats The Most Painful Thing YOU Have Experienced?..

[Turin39789]

A cop broke my jaw.

 

[Turin39789]

And then he made me double post!

 

[DaShen]

Originally posted by: Roguestar

Originally posted by: eits
had my heart broken by my ex

Originally posted by: Darwin333

Originally posted by: Bryophyte

Originally posted by: Darwin333
3rd degree burns over 1/3rd of my body caused by 700 degree roofing asphalt when I was 16 years old and working a summer job. Basically, I was hauling some material backwards and the crane driver, who was acting foreman while our normal foreman was on vacation, pushed a mop cart directly behind me without warning me. I hit the back of my knees on the cart and fell backwards into the hot asphalt. My right hand instinctively went back to brace my fall and actually sat in the asphalt for a good 60 seconds. I was leaning back to far to stand straight up so I rolled over to get out of it and the whole thing basically dumped on my back and arms.

Asphalt isn?t like cooking grease. Grease gets on your skin at 500 degrees and a minute later its at room temp. Asphalt on the other hand just keeps on cooking so the crew threw two water coolers full of ice water on me to shock the asphalt. That saved my hand but presented a new problem. When I got into the burn clinic the asphalt was basically fused to my skin and they only had one way to get it off, by peeling it off (along with the skin it was fused too). Think being flayed alive. They couldn?t put me to sleep because I was in shock and they couldn?t give me massive doses of morphine for the same reason. So, for 4 hours they peeled my skin off while I screamed like a bitch in more pain then I thought the human body could endure before shutting down. It was so bad that, even though I didn?t want to die I wouldn?t have thought twice about shooting myself at the time simply to make the pain stop.

Unfortunately the story doesn?t stop there. The treatment for burns like that is almost as bad as the injury itself. Every morning they woke me up and brought me to a room with a stainless steel chair that sat on a pedestal with all kinds of hoses coming out of it. There I went through my daily debreedment (sp?). That is where they basically take a steel brillo pad and scrub the hell out of your fresh burn wounds. The point is to remove all the dead skin to avoid infection and to allow new skin to grow. The mental and physical pain is unexplainable. I tried to stay awake at night as late as possible because I knew as soon as I went to sleep I would awake to that god forsaken room. I begged and pleaded with the nurses to not bring me to that room everyday but every god damned day they would wake me up and take me in there.

The two skin graft surgeries that I got while in the hospital where a cakewalk compared to the rest.

If this was a contest, you would easily win.

Too bad there isn't a cool prize.

I didn't even go into the year of almost daily physical therapy I had to go through just to be able to hold a pencil.

Oh my god. You just had me speechless in horror...

WOW.... just WOW.

 

[Juno]

geez, i never break any bone... *knocks on wood* however i had several ankle sprains and leg cramps.

i was playing for high school basketball team and we had a game (i think the night before senior night.) my opponent and i ran for a loose ball. we dived and collapsed at same time, unfortunately cramps popped up in my both legs! i screamed all the way until trainer came to aid. it was painful.

that's why i decided to eat bananas to avoid cramps.

 

[DefDC]

Other said I had a contender in the last thread. I had a golf ball sized growth in my sinus that broke through the wall of my skull. The pain made me want to die.

Took 2 surgeries to remove it all. Most of it was removed by going in from under my lip. For the rest, they had to pop out my eyeball! (Luckily I was unconcious for all of this).

While I'd put my pain on par with childbirth, I don't even put myself in the same class as the burn victims... Holy crap.

 

[MrWizzard]

Originally posted by: DaShen

Originally posted by: Roguestar

Originally posted by: eits
had my heart broken by my ex

Originally posted by: Darwin333

Originally posted by: Bryophyte

Originally posted by: Darwin333
3rd degree burns over 1/3rd of my body caused by 700 degree roofing asphalt when I was 16 years old and working a summer job. Basically, I was hauling some material backwards and the crane driver, who was acting foreman while our normal foreman was on vacation, pushed a mop cart directly behind me without warning me. I hit the back of my knees on the cart and fell backwards into the hot asphalt. My right hand instinctively went back to brace my fall and actually sat in the asphalt for a good 60 seconds. I was leaning back to far to stand straight up so I rolled over to get out of it and the whole thing basically dumped on my back and arms.

Asphalt isn?t like cooking grease. Grease gets on your skin at 500 degrees and a minute later its at room temp. Asphalt on the other hand just keeps on cooking so the crew threw two water coolers full of ice water on me to shock the asphalt. That saved my hand but presented a new problem. When I got into the burn clinic the asphalt was basically fused to my skin and they only had one way to get it off, by peeling it off (along with the skin it was fused too). Think being flayed alive. They couldn?t put me to sleep because I was in shock and they couldn?t give me massive doses of morphine for the same reason. So, for 4 hours they peeled my skin off while I screamed like a bitch in more pain then I thought the human body could endure before shutting down. It was so bad that, even though I didn?t want to die I wouldn?t have thought twice about shooting myself at the time simply to make the pain stop.

Unfortunately the story doesn?t stop there. The treatment for burns like that is almost as bad as the injury itself. Every morning they woke me up and brought me to a room with a stainless steel chair that sat on a pedestal with all kinds of hoses coming out of it. There I went through my daily debreedment (sp?). That is where they basically take a steel brillo pad and scrub the hell out of your fresh burn wounds. The point is to remove all the dead skin to avoid infection and to allow new skin to grow. The mental and physical pain is unexplainable. I tried to stay awake at night as late as possible because I knew as soon as I went to sleep I would awake to that god forsaken room. I begged and pleaded with the nurses to not bring me to that room everyday but every god damned day they would wake me up and take me in there.

The two skin graft surgeries that I got while in the hospital where a cakewalk compared to the rest.

If this was a contest, you would easily win.

Too bad there isn't a cool prize.

I didn't even go into the year of almost daily physical therapy I had to go through just to be able to hold a pencil.

Oh my god. You just had me speechless in horror...

WOW.... just WOW.

Man burn accidents are horrible.... being burnt like that and living is one of my fears.

 

[akubi]

popped a capillary picking my nose once

 

[Kev]

Originally posted by: Darwin333
3rd degree burns over 1/3rd of my body caused by 700 degree roofing asphalt when I was 16 years old and working a summer job. Basically, I was hauling some material backwards and the crane driver, who was acting foreman while our normal foreman was on vacation, pushed a mop cart directly behind me without warning me. I hit the back of my knees on the cart and fell backwards into the hot asphalt. My right hand instinctively went back to brace my fall and actually sat in the asphalt for a good 60 seconds. I was leaning back to far to stand straight up so I rolled over to get out of it and the whole thing basically dumped on my back and arms.

Asphalt isn?t like cooking grease. Grease gets on your skin at 500 degrees and a minute later its at room temp. Asphalt on the other hand just keeps on cooking so the crew threw two water coolers full of ice water on me to shock the asphalt. That saved my hand but presented a new problem. When I got into the burn clinic the asphalt was basically fused to my skin and they only had one way to get it off, by peeling it off (along with the skin it was fused too). Think being flayed alive. They couldn?t put me to sleep because I was in shock and they couldn?t give me massive doses of morphine for the same reason. So, for 4 hours they peeled my skin off while I screamed like a bitch in more pain then I thought the human body could endure before shutting down. It was so bad that, even though I didn?t want to die I wouldn?t have thought twice about shooting myself at the time simply to make the pain stop.

Unfortunately the story doesn?t stop there. The treatment for burns like that is almost as bad as the injury itself. Every morning they woke me up and brought me to a room with a stainless steel chair that sat on a pedestal with all kinds of hoses coming out of it. There I went through my daily debreedment (sp?). That is where they basically take a steel brillo pad and scrub the hell out of your fresh burn wounds. The point is to remove all the dead skin to avoid infection and to allow new skin to grow. The mental and physical pain is unexplainable. I tried to stay awake at night as late as possible because I knew as soon as I went to sleep I would awake to that god forsaken room. I begged and pleaded with the nurses to not bring me to that room everyday but every god damned day they would wake me up and take me in there.

The two skin graft surgeries that I got while in the hospital where a cakewalk compared to the rest.

Holy S. How long ago did that happen, and how are you doing now?

 

[akubi]

Originally posted by: Kev

Originally posted by: Darwin333
3rd degree burns over 1/3rd of my body caused by 700 degree roofing asphalt when I was 16 years old and working a summer job. Basically, I was hauling some material backwards and the crane driver, who was acting foreman while our normal foreman was on vacation, pushed a mop cart directly behind me without warning me. I hit the back of my knees on the cart and fell backwards into the hot asphalt. My right hand instinctively went back to brace my fall and actually sat in the asphalt for a good 60 seconds. I was leaning back to far to stand straight up so I rolled over to get out of it and the whole thing basically dumped on my back and arms.

Asphalt isn?t like cooking grease. Grease gets on your skin at 500 degrees and a minute later its at room temp. Asphalt on the other hand just keeps on cooking so the crew threw two water coolers full of ice water on me to shock the asphalt. That saved my hand but presented a new problem. When I got into the burn clinic the asphalt was basically fused to my skin and they only had one way to get it off, by peeling it off (along with the skin it was fused too). Think being flayed alive. They couldn?t put me to sleep because I was in shock and they couldn?t give me massive doses of morphine for the same reason. So, for 4 hours they peeled my skin off while I screamed like a bitch in more pain then I thought the human body could endure before shutting down. It was so bad that, even though I didn?t want to die I wouldn?t have thought twice about shooting myself at the time simply to make the pain stop.

Unfortunately the story doesn?t stop there. The treatment for burns like that is almost as bad as the injury itself. Every morning they woke me up and brought me to a room with a stainless steel chair that sat on a pedestal with all kinds of hoses coming out of it. There I went through my daily debreedment (sp?). That is where they basically take a steel brillo pad and scrub the hell out of your fresh burn wounds. The point is to remove all the dead skin to avoid infection and to allow new skin to grow. The mental and physical pain is unexplainable. I tried to stay awake at night as late as possible because I knew as soon as I went to sleep I would awake to that god forsaken room. I begged and pleaded with the nurses to not bring me to that room everyday but every god damned day they would wake me up and take me in there.

The two skin graft surgeries that I got while in the hospital where a cakewalk compared to the rest.

Holy S. How long ago did that happen, and how are you doing now?

more importantly, how much $ did you win?

 

[imported_Cameron]

:beer:

to the burn victims..ouch

The most painful things for me would probably be..
1. Appendicitis
2. Dislocating my knee..I think I'm up too 12..
3. Getting hit in eye with baseball
4. Getting hit in side of head with baseball

 

[thraashman]

I've managed to avoid any really serious injuries. Worst I can immediately recall is a few years ago when I had something called chest wall pain. It's where the muscles and ligaments in the chest become inflammed for some reason. Despite the fact that it's not really serious, when I had it it hurt like hell to the point where I could do nothing but lie still. Even lying down not moving hurt like hell, but if I moved even a little it put me to tears. That however lasted less than two total days until the inflammation went down.

 

[Darwin333]

Originally posted by: MrWizzard

Originally posted by: DaShen

Originally posted by: Roguestar

Originally posted by: eits
had my heart broken by my ex

Originally posted by: Darwin333

Originally posted by: Bryophyte

Originally posted by: Darwin333
3rd degree burns over 1/3rd of my body caused by 700 degree roofing asphalt when I was 16 years old and working a summer job.

If this was a contest, you would easily win.

Too bad there isn't a cool prize.

I didn't even go into the year of almost daily physical therapy I had to go through just to be able to hold a pencil.

Oh my god. You just had me speechless in horror...

WOW.... just WOW.

Man burn accidents are horrible.... being burnt like that and living is one of my fears.

Well, I didn?t burn my face and the Doctors did a good job with the skin grafts on my arms so most people can?t tell I was burned unless I show them my hands or take off my shirt. It took me a long time of physical therapy but today I have about 90% use of my right hand. I wouldn?t wish the experience on my worst enemy but I am glad that I am alive today.

Another story from my hospital stay: They where worried about me getting to dependant on morphine from the massive doses they where giving me (well above the legal limit, they tend to overlook those rules in the burn unit) so they would give me two pills of Demerol along with my morphine shot to start weaning me off. Plus they where giving me massive doses of Benydryl for the itching (god the itching was horrible). Well, all you can think of is the unspeakable pain your going to feel in the morning so I stuck an entire days worth of Demerol pills under my tongue and spit em out after the nurse walked out. The next morning I woke up a bit early and took all 8 pills before the nurse came to get me. I was not in anyway trying to kill myself but I was willing to do anything to forgo that pain for just a single day.

On a good note I didn?t feel much of the debreedment that day. I was floating in and out of conciseness until I finally passed out shortly after they where done. They pumped my stomach out and made sure I was taking my pills from then on out. After that they kept sending shrinks and priests up to see me. The shrink would ask some incredibly dumb questions
Shrink: How are you feeling
Me: Umm, not very good
Shrink: And why is that?
Me: Are you freaking serious?

The shrink would come everyday and ask the same questions so one day I was flying pretty high from the morphine (they upped the dosage after the ?incident? They finally figured out that it still hurt horribly with the dose they where giving me). So I started thinking of a way to get rid of her. She was cute and relatively young I would guess 30 or so. Everyday she would tell me ?if there is anything at all I can do to help in any way don?t hesitate to ask?. So that day I told her there was something she could help me with. Told her how my hormones where raging as is normal for my age. I use to be able to take care of the problem myself but with both of my hands badly injured I was no longer able to take care of the ?problem? myself and she could help me greatly both physically and mentally by helping me with my ?problem?.

I was sure that would get rid of her but I guess she really felt sorry for me because she kept coming back?

 

[Darwin333]

Originally posted by: akubi

Originally posted by: Kev

Originally posted by: Darwin333
3rd degree burns over 1/3rd of my body caused by 700 degree roofing asphalt when I was 16 years old and working a summer job. Basically, I was hauling some material backwards and the crane driver, who was acting foreman while our normal foreman was on vacation, pushed a mop cart directly behind me without warning me. I hit the back of my knees on the cart and fell backwards into the hot asphalt. My right hand instinctively went back to brace my fall and actually sat in the asphalt for a good 60 seconds. I was leaning back to far to stand straight up so I rolled over to get out of it and the whole thing basically dumped on my back and arms.

Asphalt isn?t like cooking grease. Grease gets on your skin at 500 degrees and a minute later its at room temp. Asphalt on the other hand just keeps on cooking so the crew threw two water coolers full of ice water on me to shock the asphalt. That saved my hand but presented a new problem. When I got into the burn clinic the asphalt was basically fused to my skin and they only had one way to get it off, by peeling it off (along with the skin it was fused too). Think being flayed alive. They couldn?t put me to sleep because I was in shock and they couldn?t give me massive doses of morphine for the same reason. So, for 4 hours they peeled my skin off while I screamed like a bitch in more pain then I thought the human body could endure before shutting down. It was so bad that, even though I didn?t want to die I wouldn?t have thought twice about shooting myself at the time simply to make the pain stop.

Unfortunately the story doesn?t stop there. The treatment for burns like that is almost as bad as the injury itself. Every morning they woke me up and brought me to a room with a stainless steel chair that sat on a pedestal with all kinds of hoses coming out of it. There I went through my daily debreedment (sp?). That is where they basically take a steel brillo pad and scrub the hell out of your fresh burn wounds. The point is to remove all the dead skin to avoid infection and to allow new skin to grow. The mental and physical pain is unexplainable. I tried to stay awake at night as late as possible because I knew as soon as I went to sleep I would awake to that god forsaken room. I begged and pleaded with the nurses to not bring me to that room everyday but every god damned day they would wake me up and take me in there.

The two skin graft surgeries that I got while in the hospital where a cakewalk compared to the rest.

Holy S. How long ago did that happen, and how are you doing now?

more importantly, how much $ did you win?

Doing well now, see my other post.

And I didn't get a single dime except for 6 months of workers comp pay. My father owned the business I was working for. Kinda hard to sue your dad.

Edit: Happened about 10 years ago.

Some current pics of my hand if anyone is interested. One thing that bothers me to this day is how thin my skin on my hand is so its very easy to split, cut or blister as you can see in one of the pics.

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/Caspertg333/ski008.jpg

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/Caspertg333/ski007.jpg

 

[TravisT]

My lung collapsed about 80% of the way due to a hole getting in my inner lining. Basically as I held my breath (because it was hurting trying to breath in), air was escaping into the lung cavity and now allowing my lung to expand.

This happened for no apparent reason. I woke up one morning while I was in high school and realized I was having some severe chest pains. It was on my left side, I thought I was having a heart attack or something.

I believe I have a rare condition that I can't remember the name of any longer, but basically it is a condition where you have small systs (sp?) on your lung. As those burst it puts a small hole there. I continue to get holes in my lung every few months, but I now know that if I ever hold my breath my lung will begin to collapse. So if I continue breathing as normal it will go away quickly. Sometimes it is worse than others where I might have a small pain for a few days and it requires anti-inflammatory medication to fix it.

 

[foghorn67]

Tore a pectoral muscle while benching. Popped out of the skin. It wasn't that bad, but it freaked me out. I was back lifting a month later.

After living a decadent lifestyle, I wanted to make sure I didn't have any gifts that kept on giving if you know what I mean. I wanted to rule out the clap. Ouch, checking for that hurts bad.

 

[Mashed Potato]

Originally posted by: nboy22
Not much, punching a door and then breaking my pinky finger, funny thing is I felt like a dumbass but then I met 3 other people within like 2 months that did the exact same thing.

Guilty.

 

[MrPickins]

:beer: Darwin333, You have us all beat. I wouldn't wish that on anyone.

Originally posted by: xboxist
Jumping 30 feet off of a bridge into a river (at night; couldn't see much at all). Misjudged the distance, over-rotated and landed 100% flat on my back. Aside from knocking the wind out of me, the force of the impact cracked my sternum.

Had my best friend not have jumped with me (unlike the other 6 chicken sh*ts that stood there after we all counted to "3"), I likely would have died. Such a fiercely painful and intense few moments. He dragged my ass to the shore. Between panicking about the lack of breath, and dealing with the pain from having a cracked breastbone... I'm still shocked I didn't pass out or something.

PS -- we scoured that jumping area for rocks and other obstacles earlier in the week. The river was a good 20 feet in that spot.

I also cracked my sternum vertically down the middle when I was 11. I was on the trampoline at my dad's gymnastics gym doing as many back flips in a row as I could. I got dizzy after 10 or 12, and landed on the back of my head. Somehow my chin hit the center of my breastbone. Not sure how I didn't break my neck. I couldn't breathe for almost a minute, things were starting to go red around the edges of my vision.

Afterwards I couldn't lift my arms above my shoulders for a month, and I couldn't hang my weight from a bar for over a year. I Tried a chin up after 3 months, and felt the crack open up again...

Other than that:

I had a dog bite a 1.5" diameter chunk of muscle from my leg when I was 8. I limped 2 blocks home, and can still remember the horrified look on my mom's face when I opened the door. :laugh:
Walking was hard afterwards, but my mom convinced me to rehab by telling me we could go to Carlsbad Caverns if I could walk the whole time on my own. That was great incentive, but it was still kinda hard when the damn thing was infected enough to ooze green goop for a few months.

Recently I had the shingles, and unfortunately I didn't go to the doctor until I already had a bad case.
It's amazing how something that looks like a bunch of cold sores, in my case on my thigh, can hurt so badly. All the way down my sciatic nerve felt like fire/needlepokes/cheesegrater.
Thankfully my doctor wasn't stingy with the painkiller Rx.

 

[jadinolf]

In 2002 I had a total hip replacement. They get you up on the second day and make you walk. I have never experienced such pain in my life.

If I ever had to have the other hip replaced, they would have to take me kicking and screaming into the operating room.

 

[bersl2]

Originally posted by: XabanakFanatik
Kidney stone.

 

[Babbles]

When I was six I had what is called a slipped capital femoral epiphysis, which is essentially where the ball of the femur detached from the rest of the femur at the epiphysis - the growth plate. I had to get my leg in traction and then the surgeon put a few screws in my hip to hold things in place. Afterwards I was on crutches for a good six months with a good amount of physical therapy. Then a few years later when I was ~9 it happened to my right hip, so I had to go through that again and additionally they opened up my left hip to remove the screws they put in there the first round. When I was twelve they went back into my right hip to remove the screws in that one.

The real pain from all of that, though, is the osteoarthritis I suffer now. I was the only six year old kid I knew that had arthritis. So dealing with the constant arthritis in my hips at one particular point in time isn't all that bad, but compound living with a chronic pain in my hips - albeit sometime there is no pain, sometimes in both, but usually just one, which happens to be my right one right now - anyhow living with constant pain for 23 years now isn't too terribly fun. When I was ~25 I just about broke down and cried because the constant throbbing was just particularly bad for a month and nothing - not a single damn thing I did - would make the pain go away. I went back to my orthopedic surgeon, and he took some X-Rays which basically said as a 25 year old my hips (the left one worse) looked like they belong to a 40-something. So the thrilling part of this is I am going to have to have a hip replacement surgery sooner than what may be considered typical.

With all of that being said about my pain, I think Darwin333's asphalt injury sounds entirely more painful than anything I have suffered.

Originally posted by: jadinolf
In 2002 I had a total hip replacement. They get you up on the second day and make you walk. I have never experienced such pain in my life.

If I ever had to have the other hip replaced, they would have to take me kicking and screaming into the operating room.

If you don't mind me asking, how old were you and what type of material did you git for the replacement?

 

[NikolaeVarius]

Was playing in a river in Korea with my friends while I was 12. The current pushed fairly hard, but you could still easily walk around. Suddenly, something (I think it was a branch) came underneath the water and shoved me down stream. I could've gotten my balance back, but problem was, I was shoved into the middle of the river, where the water was about 6 feet deep, and current was stronger. I tumbled downstream for about 10 feet, while going under and hitting the rocks on the ground, and went back first into a rock dam they used to slow down the water.

Suddenly I go over the dam to the other side from the water pressure pushing up. The other side is higher than the side I just came from. I fall down a foot on to solid rock, and I'm pushed down another 20 feet of 1 inch water with rocks on the bottom, ( All used to slow the water down). Actually, more like tumbled on the rock. There was some sort of wire net thing that they used to keep the rocks down, and I tumbled on that, which scratched the hell out of me. The next thing I know, my hand shot out and grabbed the wire, which slowed me down. I slid another 5 feet, then stopped.

I remember all the pain to this day. It was excruciating to feel rocks just battering the hell out of your body, and to feel wire slicing into your skin. When I stooped, my friends carrier me to the shore, where they waited for a car, as we had all rid our bikes about 10 miles to get there.

my whole body was black and blue, I was bleeding from multiple wounds, and I drifted in and out of consciousness.

The ricer actually had a reddish tint to it, before it all washed downstream.

 

[Jahee]

Originally posted by: Darwin333
The shrink would come everyday and ask the same questions so one day I was flying pretty high from the morphine (they upped the dosage after the ?incident? They finally figured out that it still hurt horribly with the dose they where giving me). So I started thinking of a way to get rid of her. She was cute and relatively young I would guess 30 or so. Everyday she would tell me ?if there is anything at all I can do to help in any way don?t hesitate to ask?. So that day I told her there was something she could help me with. Told her how my hormones where raging as is normal for my age. I use to be able to take care of the problem myself but with both of my hands badly injured I was no longer able to take care of the ?problem? myself and she could help me greatly both physically and mentally by helping me with my ?problem?.

I was sure that would get rid of her but I guess she really felt sorry for me because she kept coming back?

So she did it?? :Q

I feel lucky not having anything major happen to me so far (touch wood). Some of these things are terrible!

 

[MrMajestyk]

Originally posted by: SuperSix
Gall bladder.

MUCH worse than my 1991 car accident - broken pelvin, shattered sacrum, etc...

The morphine REALLY takes the edge off though.

I concur. Gall bladder pain is excruciating. But those that know say passing a kidney stone is worse.

 

[MrWizzard]

Originally posted by: MrWizzard

Man burn accidents are horrible.... being burnt like that and living is one of my fears.

Well, I didn?t burn my face and the Doctors did a good job with the skin grafts on my arms so most people can?t tell I was burned unless I show them my hands or take off my shirt. It took me a long time of physical therapy but today I have about 90% use of my right hand. I wouldn?t wish the experience on my worst enemy but I am glad that I am alive today.

Another story from my hospital stay: They where worried about me getting to dependant on morphine from the massive doses they where giving me (well above the legal limit, they tend to overlook those rules in the burn unit) so they would give me two pills of Demerol along with my morphine shot to start weaning me off. Plus they where giving me massive doses of Benydryl for the itching (god the itching was horrible). Well, all you can think of is the unspeakable pain your going to feel in the morning so I stuck an entire days worth of Demerol pills under my tongue and spit em out after the nurse walked out. The next morning I woke up a bit early and took all 8 pills before the nurse came to get me. I was not in anyway trying to kill myself but I was willing to do anything to forgo that pain for just a single day.

On a good note I didn?t feel much of the debreedment that day. I was floating in and out of conciseness until I finally passed out shortly after they where done. They pumped my stomach out and made sure I was taking my pills from then on out. After that they kept sending shrinks and priests up to see me. The shrink would ask some incredibly dumb questions
Shrink: How are you feeling
Me: Umm, not very good
Shrink: And why is that?
Me: Are you freaking serious?

The shrink would come everyday and ask the same questions so one day I was flying pretty high from the morphine (they upped the dosage after the ?incident? They finally figured out that it still hurt horribly with the dose they where giving me). So I started thinking of a way to get rid of her. She was cute and relatively young I would guess 30 or so. Everyday she would tell me ?if there is anything at all I can do to help in any way don?t hesitate to ask?. So that day I told her there was something she could help me with. Told her how my hormones where raging as is normal for my age. I use to be able to take care of the problem myself but with both of my hands badly injured I was no longer able to take care of the ?problem? myself and she could help me greatly both physically and mentally by helping me with my ?problem?.

I was sure that would get rid of her but I guess she really felt sorry for me because she kept coming back?
[/quote]

That?s pretty incredible, I am not sure I would have made it, I sometimes wonder where the line is when the human mind just gives up and the body soon follows. How did you cope day to day did you just tell yourself it was going to get better? Where you staying alive because people didn't want you to die?

 

[Darwin333]

Originally posted by: MrWizzard

That?s pretty incredible, I am not sure I would have made it, I sometimes wonder where the line is when the human mind just gives up and the body soon follows. How did you cope day to day did you just tell yourself it was going to get better? Where you staying alive because people didn't want you to die?

The first day when they where pealing the tar off was by far the worst. I begged them to put me to sleep. Then I begged for any blunt object to knock my damn self out. Then I simply hoped and prayed that my body would just shut down. I honestly thought that I physically couldn't take anymore and I would just shut down and I actually wanted that.

Physically it was never quite that bad but mentally it just got much worse. I don't know how I got over the mental part but I did. My mother helped me through it a lot. She stayed with me all day at the hospital. She even slept there at first but she couldn't take hearing us in the debreedment room which was just down the hall. I'll admit that I screamed like a baby in that room just like the other 12 people in the burn unit did. I guess its not too manly to say that I was screaming like a girl but reflecting back it doesn't embarrass me a bit considering.... At any rate, my mother would show up at 10 am or so and bring lunch (Hospital food is cruel and unusual punishment) and wouldn't leave until after she helped me from my recliner type chair back into my hospital bed and either went to sleep or pretended to go to sleep so she could go get some rest. If it wasn't for her I highly doubt that I would have made it.

The nurses helped a great deal as well. I tell ya what, they are a special breed of people that do a job I could never imagine doing. In order to do their job and help heal people they must cause them immeasurable pain. Yet they where some of the most compassionate people I have ever known.

Other than that, I really don't know.