Waking up in the post-op recovery area after having my gallbladder removed. Immediate intense pain so sharp I couldn't breathe. The nurse asked me if I was in pain and i couldn't speak I had to just nod vigorously, panic setting in.
I like to use WD-40, I just lube it up and massage the adhesive until it dissolves into a goo that can be removed with dish soap. I find the goo-gone that I tried evaporates too quickly to soak into stiffer jar label adhesives.
Everyone's in here with this horrific shit while my worst injuries never really hurt that bad. Separated shoulder, head trauma resulting in a dozen stitches, chunks of flesh missing with rocks replacing it. Not that bad.
The absolute fucking worst was getting kicked in the knee during a pickup street hockey game while wearing sweatpants. Not the kick itself, but when I got home and went to shower. Turns out the kick had given me the sweatpants equivalent of road rash. Okay, fine. Just a few fibers sticking out that I need to clean up and...
...and I can only imagine that this is what third degree burns feel like. I have no damn idea what made it so bad, but the process of removing a small patch of fibers embedded in my skin made me question whether or not it would have been quicker, simpler, and less painless to just chainsaw the fucking leg off. Fire. Burning. Burning. Down the side of my leg. I had road rash before and since and absolutely nothing was like that.
A distant second would be the road rash that I accidentally dumped ALL OF THE ALCOHOL on while trying to wet some gauze to clean it up. That was bad. The fiber thing was worse.
When I came out of a two-hour knee surgery. It was exploratory to see if I needed a major knee surgery (I did), and when I woke up, I was in so much pain I literally went into shock - I remember waking up, then excruciating, mind-numbing pain, instantly being freezing cold and starting to shiver uncontrollably (which made the knee pain WORSE), and the nurses rushing me to the recovery room then covering me with blankets and constantly checking my temperature.
For my second knee surgery, they gave me an epidural beforehand.
That was before I was diagnosed with Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, which can cause anesthesia not to work properly. I’ve actually had an anesthesiologist write a medical paper on me after I had a surgery. I’m guessing my reaction to anesthesia is odd, which is why time coming out of my first surgery was hell.
An Oxyclean soak is the most common way I see homebrewers recommend for removing labels from bottles. Definitely a good choice if being food safe matters.
I had bursitis crop up in both my shoulders at once. The inflammation was so bad I couldn't lift my arms, and the pain when I forced it was horrible.
Then one day I was climbing a short ladder to a loft. The ladder slipped and I caught myself on the ledge. Yay? Nay.
I lay curled up on the floor in agony, not even noticing that I'd deeply cut my shin...literally didn't know. I've got a deep divot in the bone there still, but all I could think about was not vomiting on myself from the pain in my shoulders.
The docs had tried to put me through physical therapy to deal with the bursitis up to this point, and the day after the fall I told them to fuck off and give me cortisone shots. I went from crippled to cured in 2 minutes. Sometimes it's worth it, y'all.
I used it throughout undergrad and grad school. I found it helpful. Not sure what you need Grammarly for but if you need MLA or APA help, I would recommend checking out Perra - www.perrla.com. Made formatting and references so much easier.
Those wooden playgrounds. There was one I went to all the time as a kid. It was so much fun and had all kinds of rooms and nooks and crannies to play in. It got replaced with a generic plastic playground at some point, I think for safety reasons.
Extreme gallbladder attack. I'd gone through a few in the months prior, and while excruciating, I wouldn't call unbearable. The last one though? The one that put me in hospital and required emergency surgery that day due to risk of rupture? Yeah. I've never felt pain like it. I've been stabbed and had kidney stones before. I'd rather get stabbed and have kidney stones again than EVER feel the level of pain that rotting, inflamed, shard-filled organ put me through (and kidney stones were fucking BAD.) I'm a 31 year old 6ft1" man, and this thing had me writhing on the floor in pain for hours before my wife forced me into the passenger seat of the car and rushed me to the ER.
I later found out that the 'food poisoning' I was hospitalized for around 5 years earlier was actually a gallbladder issue, and the hospital never told me. Basically, this fucking thing had been slowly rotting inside me for 5 years and I had no idea until it almost killed me out of nowhere. I'm still extremely fucking angry about it.
Broken my sternum in two places when I was 12, rib cage was completely floating in my chest. Three days in the hospital and all they did to fix me up was put a rolled sock under a piece of elastic with some Velcro to help hold things in place. When it was time to go home they told me to get dressed. I bent over to put my pants on, thought I was going to die from the pain, and passed out in the bathroom. No one said don't bend over or your sternum will poke into your lungs, guess I should have known that
Same as you OP but, it was in my lady bits, not my mouth. Gotta love when glands don’t function properly and decide to get blocked. I screamed so loud, the kid across the hall started crying.
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