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.