Cry Moar

you know what hurts more then your little booboo.

A Vasectomy

Edited by <Jeremy> - 25 March 2008 at 1:21am

<Jeremy> wrote: you know what hurts more then your little booboo. A Vasectomy

Only stupid people get a vasectomy. Real men make the women get there tubes tied

Mehs wrote: I'd expect you to be good at one hand typing...

I am good a typing with on hand, and thats my left one which is the arm that is busted.

xXK1CK1NVV1NGXx wrote: Ya, when I broke my collar bone the football coach said I just hyper extended it, well I played a few more plays, on the line and guess what he was very wrong.

CRY MOAR! sorry, always wanted to say that. But srsly, that sucks.

bawwwwwwwwwwwwwww

I hyper-extended my elbow a couple of times.

Not that bad.  If that's your standard for OMG pain, you need to get out more.

Wimp.

(If I had an e-peen, it would be growing right about now)

your coach told you you hyperextended your collar bone?  what a dumbass.  

Suck it up.

I once had to push a car while I had two broken toes. (Didn't hurt in the slightest actually, but it sounds like it should have.)

What did hurt was falling three feet, groin first, onto a ten-inch underground pipe running through a recently dug hole in our back yard. I landed with the entirety of my weight on my right nut and then fell off of the pipe, head first, onto the hard packed clay underneath it. I blacked out from the pain. I don't remember climbing out of the hole. I don't remember crawling back to the house. The pain is also just a memory at this point. I remember that it hurt, but it hurt so badly I've blocked the fullness of the sensation. I am not certain that I can have children. Never been tested.

Another time I was hanging out with some friends, one of whom is much larger than the rest of us, and the larger friend decided to see if two of us could "hold him back." The short answer to the question was "No." Not knowing that answer at the time to a degree we were all comfortable with, we grabbed hold of an arm each and tried to hold him still. He slipped out of my grip first and knocked me to the ground. As I was getting up he swung my friend around with no more effort than if he were a bookbag and to keep his feet the swinging friend kicked his feet forward to get them back ahead of himself. I was laughing until the moment I got kicked at the upper edge of my hip bone on the right side, at which point I dropped as if I'd been shot. The bone had been chipped and bruised quite badly as it turned out. It felt like liquid iron dripping down my side and through that bone and down my leg. It burned... so badly.

I was in such wrenching pain that I couldn't stand for over half an hour and the slightest motion of that leg or my torso got a yell out of me that I could not suppress. After that half hour or so I had to have a lot of help to get on my feet and to walk and I had to scream to sit down in my car. For some idiot reason I chose to drive home and nobody offered to take me, especially because it's the right foot that I drive with. Every touch of the pedals required immense effort, both to make the muscle work and the anticipation of the pain. There was a lot more screaming to finally lay down in bed and roll over until I could lay without agony.

I couldn't walk at all for three and a half weeks after that, with or without crutches, not without pain for two months, and (after nine years) I still have pain there when I bend incorrectly or get bumped there.

When I was your age I had to walk to school barefoot in the snow. And it was uphills both ways. If I was late I was beaten with reeds.