Shooters shoot.Can’t win them all….
Shooters shoot.Can’t win them all….
It ruptured. It was all of that.Did it get all gnarly bruised?
Respect. Watching my wife go through that changed my perspective.Childbirth x 2. Completely redefined pain for me. Breaking my arm falling off the hoverboard was no big whoop in comparison.
Christ. It was just a day or so for me. I was on the verge of passing out a few times. Evil.
Two stories.
Mentally probably trying to tell both sides I agree with them politically in HBOT
This due to bursted L4 and herniated L5. The things we do to stay in shape come back to bite you in the @$$.Sciatic nerve pain shooting down the leg...couldn't move, couldn't sleep for days.
Two stories.
The first time I had it and learned what it was I had it in both feet at the same time. I walked in and the doctor said, “You have broken feet. What did you do?” I said not a damned thing. X rays were negative if course. Then he took blood and urine and said I have high uric acid and it was gout.
The WORST I’ve ever had it was in the Philly airport. It was so bad they had to drive me on the cart to my gate. The walk from my gate to the nearest restroom (20 yards max) was literally the worst 5 minutes of my life.
I can now feel it coming when I get a tingle in my feet when I take a piss. I immediately take the meds right then and there and it usually does the trick and gets it in time. Nothing compares. And I’ve had 3 back surgeries and have one kidney.
Your comment is quite insensitive. Many of us still struggle with PTSD from that night.
I have been told it is like pissing a sand spur. Eww.Kidney stones. Nothing else comes close. Unfortunately, I’ve had, somewhere in the neighborhood of 10 stones in my life. 3 of them had to be surgically removed. Passed the others. Post surgery stent might be worse torture than prisoner interrogation at Guantanamo Bay.
Outside of the obvious it was definitely the gall stones stuck in my bile duct. I was at work when it hit and I was in so much pain I couldn’t stand. Went to the ER where they loaded me up on Percocet and scheduled an ultrasound for the next day. Surgery wasn’t scheduled for 2 weeks. Inhumane.2 cm gall stone got stuck in my bile duct. Woke me up in the middle of the night while traveling in Omaha. Waited about an hr for it to pass and when I could tell it wasnt I got in the car to try and make it home. Barely made it to a Des Moines ER where my wife met me. They drugged me up and wife drove me to UIHC to remove it and my gall bladder. 2-3 hrs of pass out level pain.
I wrecked a motorcycle when I was 18 and ripped most of the skin on the right side of my body off. I'm talking like when your body oozes plasma level burns. They treated me as a burn victim. Anyway, I'm in the hospital and they haveme hooked up to a morphine drip and I'm in so much pain my body subconsciously is hitting the button just to make sure I get the hit as soon as it goes in my sleep type shit. Anyway.
I gotta go home. Wounds like that scab this deep plasma thick white shit and if you **** up and can dry and actually start to scab but I had to physically clean my wounds as bits of gravel and debris came out of my body.
So after a day or two at home I have to take a bath. I'm 18, up until this point in time I'm an invincible stud. 6'2, 190, D1 Scholly, blonde hair, blue eyes, and now my mother, well respected in the cardiac cath lab Community looks at me and hands me a couple of pain pills and a glass full of whiskey and tells me to take them and go lay in the tub naked so she can take what is basically a bristle pad and physically scrub this top layer of plasma off my wounds.
I'm a tough guy. When she was tearing that shit off my muscles and I'm trying to maintain some semblance of manhood, that was as low as I've ever been. I was in enough mental and physical pain I wanted to quit.
* I've mentioned this before but as part of all of this I called the coach, laying in a hospital bed, from UW milwaukee and told him what had happened and they rescinded my scholorship. So as she was scrubbing I had no idea if I was ever going to play again.
Knee buckling pain to the point where you just curl up in a fetal position on the floor.I have been told it is like pissing a sand spur. Eww.
Something has to make it spike. Sometimes it’s just dehydration. Sometimes it can be shellfish. That Philly one was a week in New Haven destroying pizza daily and I’m guessing the sauce. Some people get it after drinking.Does something trigger it or is it spontaneous?
Childbirth x 2. Completely redefined pain for me. Breaking my arm falling off the hoverboard was no big whoop in comparison.
I assume childbirth was worse. You two win the thread, I’m sure.Outside of the obvious it was definitely the gall stones stuck in my bile duct. I was at work when it hit and I was in so much pain I couldn’t stand. Went to the ER where they loaded me up on Percocet and scheduled an ultrasound for the next day. Surgery wasn’t scheduled for 2 weeks. Inhumane.