As an adult have you ever cried because of physical pain?

Already posted on General Board. Someone suggested me to post also here, and here I am!

I had never cried because of physical pain and I thought I would have never till sometime ago (at 38) after stubbing my toes against a hidden stone: the pain was sudden, unexpected and excruciating! I hate to show my weakness in front of other people, especially if younger then me, so I tried very hard to fight back the tears. For some moments I succeeded, really fighting very hard, but after a while the pain became more then excruciating and I couldn't help bursting into tears. Result: three toes and some small bones broken... but I felt ashamed to look such a crybaby!

Let me know if you had similar experiences and what do you think of my reaction, please.

Melan

nope, infact I broke my hand a month ago and said "well.... its broke!"

If I know it and I am braced for it, I can take a lot.

If I'm being put in pain in a situation that reinforces my *helplessness* (medical and dental context) I'm fucked and I can cry just fine.

I haven't reached my BDSM pain threshold yet ... no tears so far.

I gave birth to 2 children ... no tears.

BUT the post op pain from abdominal surgery made me cry and a massive kidney infection brought tears.

Melan, I think your reaction would be typical of my own. I try very hard to appear 'tough'. Tears are a weakness to me, and I'd do about anything to hide them from people. But small broken bones later, I think you had every right to shed a few tears

I have.

About three to four months ago I was pushing a wheelchair up a small ramp with my right hand and carrying too many groceries in my left hand while trying to keep a door open with my hip. I must have transfered to much weight through to my right arm. The result was the wheelchair I was pushing pulled backwards and I went down in the centre between the groceries and the chair, I 'think' trapping my index finger as I went. The pain was unbelievable, I was to scared to look at first and just held it sat and cried. I think I was rocking almost very slightly as a release . This was a private situation so there was no one to assist me at all. The teenage occupant of the wheelchair who landed backwards in it was laughing , groceries were every where. Le Tragic stuff .........smiles. Think it took me about 5 mins or so before I stood up and started to really consider the 'damage'. I was told to strap it and put ice on it which I did. All is well that ends well over a few days the pain subsided without further medical intervention. Lucky me huh........smiles

Never cried for the pain that I recall having my son. Probably for the wonderful result however.

Never cried with a severely fractured right wrist and arm. Drove myself to the Emergency rooms. Arrived home that night , flicked on the TV and the news of the 'explosion' in the Twin Towers just broke, watched that horror unfold over several hours .........now thats worth crying over.

Two words, kidney stone!!

Fury

FurryFury said:

Two words, kidney stone!!

Fury

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Amen, Sister!

Sprinkles22 said:

Amen, Sister!

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*Chuckles*

Fury

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*Chuckles*

Fury

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Currently fighting some renal problems, and it's threatened to bring the tears on several occassions ... it's a bitch!

Sprinkles22 said:

Currently fighting some renal problems, and it's threatened to bring the tears on several occassions ... it's a bitch!

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*HUGS*

Me sorry!

Fury

I cried at 16 when I sprained my ankle but not until the ''coach" came in and pulled on my heel. I screamed, kicked him in the face and then bawled my eyes out.

His response to my sadistic dance teacher: "Nope, she's not faking. It's really sprained.....unless you'd like to double check and let her kick YOU in the face?"


I cried from a headache once and when I got my wisdom teeth out. That also involved a lot of drooling and snot while I waited for my mother to return from the pharmacy with pain meds ---- she thought the dope from the surgery would last longer.

Last year I was rollerblading down a hill and fell and broke my arm. They had to drill holes and put 2 pins in to set my elbow and there were not enough painkillers in the world for how bad my arm hurt. It's the only time in my adult life that I have bawled like a baby because of pain. It still makes me sick to my stomach to think of it and I have a REALLY high pain threshold.

Skye

I don`t cry,but I curse a lot!Two years ago I had a root canal done with no anesthetic.

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Two words, kidney stone!!

Fury

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I "feel" those words and cringe!!!!

For those of you who have never had the *cough* pleasure of a kidney stone, think a cannon shooting off half you lower back, over and over and over again. That *might* come close.

For the women who have had children, having a baby was a walk in the park compared to a kidney stone.

I cried, I begged, I asked for morphine..

There was that time I had an axe lodged in my foot...

i once had part of my face ripped off and broke several bones in my back. i didn't just cry, i screamed.

I cried from a freakin' headache and you people are hacking yourselves up with axes and shattering bones and having your limbs ripped off. I'm such a total puss.

Nope... Begged to be shot and put out of my misery, but that kind of pain is so far beyond tears...

True story...


A few years ago back when I was living in Edinburgh, my roommate at the time had the great idea of going skiing at the nearby dry slope one Sunday afternoon. I wasn't really into the idea. After all, I told him that I don't really know how to ski except a bit of cross-country. After a few minutes of him arguing how I should be getting out more, I finally agreed and we left. Once there, I picked up skis and he grabbed a snowboard and we hit the junior practise hill. Again - I must stress that though I had ZERO downhill skiing experience, I went ahead with it or else put up with endless hours of him bitching and complaining. I did a few runs on the skis and fell on my ass each time but luckily didn't cause any real harm. After the third time or so on the junior hill (and it must be stressed that the junior hill is tiny and only about 15-20 metres in length) he decided to swap equipment and took my skis while I had the snowboard. To be honest, I thought I might have better luck with the snowboard and gave it a go. As I snapped my boots in at the top of the hill, I jokinglu looked back and said: "I'm telling you right now, no good will come of this".

And with that, I was off and going down the hill. To be honest, I think for a good three to five seconds there I was actually doing okay. Then I started to fall. Now, for those unfamilair with a dry slope, you effectively have instead of snow on the hill, a continous sheet of small intertlocking plastic hoops. Because there is little friction on the surface of the plastic, it gives you the sense that you are skiing on packed snow or ice. Of course, if it was snow, if you fall or wipe out, you're impact will be relatively cushioned...

Anyways, I fell. I fell badly. I fell with my left knee falling perfectly into one of the aforementioned plastic hoops and having the entire weight of my body plus it's mometum directed at my knee.

For a split second, everything went blank.

Then the pain came.

It was intense. It was so severe in it's magnitude, I don't believe any current word in the English language could possibly describe it. It was beyond painful. It was a sheer maddening experience of pure physical and mental anguish.

As the pain in my leg coarsed through me I slammed my hand repeated down on the ground to relieve the feeling I had in my knee.

I couldn't cry.

I couldn't shout.

I could hardly breathe.

Finally, my friend saw my plight and ran for help, leaving my gasping for air between bodily convulsions. I don't know much about what happened after that. I went into shock and passed out three seperate times immediately after the initial injury. I was even called on my cell phone and answered it with another friend on the line figuring I was drunk or high because nothing I was saying had made any sense.

Getting back home and into bad was a complete blur. Still to this day, I still have a lot of time lost during that night. In the end, it was determined the fall had completely detached my knee from the rest of my leg with the exception of only a few fibrous bundles of muscle and cartilidge. I was by far the most painful experience I have ever been through.

And still, somehow, I was unable to cry.

I didn't cry when I broke my toe. Heck I didn't cry when I rebroke it. But the last time I re-re-re-re-REbroke the fucking thing I must admit I cried.

I don't cry when I expect the pain, like with any of my cesarians, or a spanking. Then I can get ready for it. I'm more likely to cry over something that I do on accident.

When I got dry socket I went back to the dentist because the pain was terrible. I didn't cry until he shoved medicated guaze into the sockets. The poor people in the dental office looked horriified when I came out. I was holding my jaw trying not to cry though it was obvious I had been. I never want to have that happen again. And I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.

I hate to be redundant but....kidney stone. I had my first (and hopefully last) one about a month ago. I wouldn't wish it on anyone.

you know up until about a year and a half ago I was a real crier. I would cry because of a paper cut. Now it takes a lot for me to cry, and infact it's caused me an extra hour or so of what ever pain is being inflicted upon me so that who ever the inflictor was could at least get my eyes to water. The last tacking I had I was told I would not be released from position until I was sobbing. I prayed for the tears to come, but it took for ever, well more like an hour and a half. But after I was released the tears came very easily. I don't know why it's so hard for me to cry now, it's not like I try to hide, or fight it, it just doesn't happen.

Takes a lot to get me to cry. Was too busy throwing up and passing out through childbirth so that wasn't a problem, and have broken my kneecap and then idden in freezing temperatures on the back of a motorcycle for 2 days with leg extended and waited 6 weeks to go to a doctor, and it didn't make me cry. I have also broken toes and my tailbone and they didn't make me cry either. Also when I was in my late teens I had an appendix about to explode by the time I was forced by my mother to go to hospital and despite passing out with pain, I didn't cry. Have to say though, period pain in later years which is worse due to other complications I choose to live with and try to outpace instead of have a hysterectomy which may or may not relieve it, have reduced me to tears at times. It passes.

Catalina