what's the worst pain (physical) you've ever felt?
 

please feel free to be as graphic as possible.

When I was walking one day after my operation of a hernia. It felt like knives in my guts, and my groin.

I have not been wired with pain receptors.

Second-degree burn from boiling water over a large section of one of my thighs was pretty bad, especially when changing dressings.

Also, the time when I went over the handlebars mountain biking and severely sprained both arms, bruised several ribs, possible hairline fracture in my shin (plus pulped muscle; I couldn't walk for three weeks), and picking gravel out of my face. That was pretty excruciating.

burns from getting boiling stew on my face and neck.

You have a scar in your thighs?

No scarring, unbelievably.
I took good care of it. No doctor visits, even.

Damn. No sadistic response.

when a 120 KG guy decided to take a walk on my face during a rugby game
when my brother hit my right eye with an umbrella playing star wars
when a car hit my bike and I landed with my chin on the road
when a motorbike hit me and I fell with all my weight on my right knee exactly on a pointy stone, which got under my skin and through the flesh and "gently" knocked the knee bones
when my right knee dislodged becuz a guy tackled me during a soccer game and then got back in position after I fell for the pain.

notice that in both the "driving incidents" it wasn't my fault.

those all happened a few years ago, I grew wiser.
and yes, my right knee is quite messed and unlucky.

i was really hoping for one.

Oh and an ex-bandmate "branded" me with his car key made hot with his lighter, but I kinda enjoyed that pain. I didn't even move. took 4 years for the mark to go away, now it's almost invisible.

I got kicked in the balls once, really hard.

Masochist.

Yeah, my sister kicked me in the balls really hard once. I probably deserved it though.

actually I kinda am, as long as the "pain" is reserved for my hands. They're durable and I like to test them once in a while.ha ha. I didn't train them just with wanking ha. An ex gf liked to bite their back and then laugh looking at the theetmarks. good ol' days.

I'd be glad to give you the sprained left ring finger I have right now.
This shit is annoying and takes for fucking ever to heal.
Plus it's the guitar hand, and my day job involves a lot of moving of heavy objects.

The interesting thing about memory is that we don't really remember pain, as such. We remember thinking it was an unpleasant experience, and we may have an idea of how to rank the experience in terms of pain, but we don't remember the actual pain itself, can't really recall the intensity of the pain.

I'd have to say probably the worst pain had to be associated with getting kicked in the balls when I was a kid, as well as the good-old slip on the bike bar accident to the balls.

In addition to that, burns--no major ones in my life, thank God, but minor ones hurt like the devil, like from accidentally touching a hot iron or a stovetop.

Beyond that, heartbreak. Plenty of that in my life. Sad gmku. :(

Cracking the back of my skull when I fell of a rooftop and getting stabbed in my left scapula with a scissors.

Um. I think the motorcycle crash and the severely bruised ribs was pretty bad. I could barely breathe for weeks without almost passing out from pain.

Even worse was blowing my knee out. all three times. I spent half of my senior year in high school wearing a full-length leg brace that could not be taken off even to shower. Surgery did not help that much.

I healed up, then blew it out again playing basketball when I was 20.

I healed up, then blew it out again playing tennis when I was 22.

Thinking about it now makes me kind of want to puke, actually. I still have to have the knee replaced at some point, but I am waiting for the next blow out. It has been eleven years since the last one.

I had a serious infection in my leg from a spider bite. damn thing felt like it was going to melt off, accompanied by terrifying fever, night sweats, nightmares, no sleep, and an awkward pulsation (perhaps in relation to my Wrestless leg syndrome). after three days I finally accepted that it was getting worse not better and went the ER. the doctor there says, good thing you came in, a day later and you probably would have went into a coma. three antibiotic injections into my ass, followed by two of morphine and a handful of vicodin and I forgot all about that seering pain.