Most unnecessary pain you've ever had!?

Standing on the base of a broken pint glass in my bare feet. Nerves and tendons broken, now i cant feel from the center of my foot to my 3 middle toes. Have a great scar though, in the shape of a Z!!

Mine would be locking both of my lower leg mucles to see how painful it would be.......never again.

When I was about 9, I went cycling with my neighbours around a lake near our house. The whole lot takes roughly an hour to do and we were always accompanied by either my neighhour's parents or my own parents. Anyway, at this stage, I had just recently learned how to cycle without the aid of stabilisers and was feeling quite proud of myself cycling alongside everyone else.

We got to this big hill that was near the end of the road we took. This hill is very steep and it leads to a busy main road. Myself and my neighbour decided to race down this hill to see who could make it to the bottom first.

All was going well, until I realised I was heading straight for the main road and got scared. I slammed on the brakes, and found myself sailing over the handlebars of the bike. I hadn't realised how responsive the brakes on the bike were and ended up landing on my nose on the hard ground below and I think I actually had gone sliding forward on my nose along the ground too. Needless to say I was slightly surprised and dazed by the sudden flying lesson. I'm not quite sure if I got back on the bike and cycled home or whether I just wheeled the thing home with the help of my neighbour's dad.

Amazingly there were no bones broken and only a few cuts and scrape marks on my face from where I had made contact with the ground. And thankfully no battle scars either.

There were a few other occasions that I remember that were pretty unecessary too, I shall put them all in the one thread to save time and effort...

I remember when my dad was feeling creative, he actually made myself and my brother bunkbeds. At this time I had been making noise about having my own bedroom as up until that stage I had shared the room with my younger brother. Anyway, to cut a long story short, what happened was dad made us both bunk beds with tables underneath so that we had somewhere to do our homework too (because he was considerate like that).

I had begged and begged to get sleeping in my new room and in my new bed. The parents eventually gave in after all my pestering and I went to bed all excited in my new bunk bed.

All was fine that night, until that is I eventually was falling asleep, I rolled over and THUD found myself on the couch gasping for breath and crying uncontrollably... The safety bar to prevent me rolling out of bed had yet to be purchased, let alone put in place. My dad hadn't the chance to get the bar at this stage, but because I had been constantly whining about wanting to sleep in the bed he had eventually given in. It was my own stupidity and impatience that got me in trouble really.

My nose was particularly uncomfortable over the next fortnight as there was clotted blood every time I went to blow my nose. Again, no broken bones or anything of the like.

Then there was the time when the pipes in our hallway had burst and the concrete floor had been dug up. Again, I was only young at the time and I was in dire need to use the toilet, so instead of taking my time and stepping over where the carpet was all rolled up (so that the workmen could get at the pipes below having dug up the concrete around the area) I decided I would jump it and save some time. The only thing was, I didn't jump high enough and caught my foot on the edge of the carpet. I floundered onto one of the jagged edges where the concrete had been dug up to get at the pipes.

Much screaming ensued as I lay there with blood oozing out of my knee. My dad and brother raced out into the hallway thinking I had been shot or something the amount of noise I was making. Went to the hospital and got three stitches put in my knee. There is a small scar on my right knee from that one.

Another time, when I was working with horses, I was bringing a young horse in from a very boggy field, the horse in question got a fright when I was leading her into the yard as my friend ran in to see what was taking too long. The horse being the frightened creature that she was, took fright at hearing my friend running towards us but not seeing her reared up and landed full force on my foot. I yelled out in pain and my face was immediately drained of colour. I handed my friend the horse and hobbled over to sit down trying to get rid of the immense pain in my foot. Hobbled about on the foot for the next month and a half until I went home for Christmas, I showed my mother my foot (which was still kinda bruised looking even after all that time) and spent christmas and New Years on crutches. Having found nothing broken on the x-rays, the doctor had put me on crutches just to be on the safe side.

And finally, when I was 22, I was at home watching something on television. My mother asked me to turn off immersion for her. There was a music video that I wanted to see coming on just as I was asked, so I raced into the hallway to do so befire the video came on. I should add that our hallway is mostly straight, bar when you just go out the sitting room door, where there is one turn to the right to be made. In my haste, I tried cutting this corner and smacked my little toe off the corner of the wall. I bit my lip to stop from crying out as I turned off the water and then hobbled back into the sitting room.

I look down at my sock and see that the top of it is turning red, when I took the sock off I saw that the toe was bleeding and as I had heard an unmerciful crunching sound when my toe made impact with the wall, I hobbled into the kitchen to seek help as to what I should do. I really just panicked as I couldn't actually BEAR to put any weight on the foot for an hour after the event had happened. In the end I put a plaster on the toe and had to take an extra fortnight of a holiday from work (it's an advantage to be able to walk whilst working with horses).

Looking back on the whole lot, I was kinda accident prone, nothing has really happened me since then (thank God!!!).

Stark wrote:

The worst pain I can remember was testicular torsion, owww....

Is that the one where the vein, artery and sperm duct going into your balls get tangled in each other?

The one that produces the most pain known to man apart for those stones in your ass (kidney stones or gall stones or something...)