Top 3 in order. I was 25 I worked in crown equipments fab shop. I was putting a break press die away, and pinched my pinky bt 2 100 lb dies while wearing my gloves. Didn't feel a thing, which told me it was bad. Went to my foremans desk and told him what I did, and he asked if I looked, I said no, so I looked away and took my glove off. He muttered a few expletives and called the medical team, then slipped a rubber glove on me. Glove was full of blood by time we got to hospital, still couldn't feel a thing, but finally looked at it. Took the pinky clean off right past the knuckle. Dr put a couple stitches in it, andbasically I was gonna have a short finger. Real impressive dr in hind site. Anyways, finger grew back, no bone in it, but the finger nail is about 1.5 times bigger than the other nail now. The day I cut it, nothing, the next week was the worst pain of my life till that point.
About 3 years ago, was doing our 6 am work out w my lifting buddies. My 1 buddy decided starting off w heavy dead lifts was a good idea. About 3 sets in I felt the pop and the pinch, and there went my sciatica, at least that was our expert diagnosis as my buddies had pulled there's before. Worst pain I'd ever felt up till that point.
Fast forward 2 years, and about 40 lbs of fat later bc I still can't work out or run, and I'm driving to work at 7 am. I start feeling a little discomfort in my lower back. I think it's my static acting up like it does sometimes. By the time I get to the rest area 12 miles up the road, I'm curled up in the fetal position with tears rolling down my face bc I'm in so much pain. My back hurts so bad, I actually sat down on a toilet seat in a seedy ass rest area bc it's the only thing keeping pressure off of my back (no ass paper in any of the stalls). I finally realize after an hour of alternating walking laps, sitting, and laying on a bird **** covered picnic table that it's not my back that hurts so I vall my wife to come get me (over an hour away), I've realized it feels like someone is driving a spike covered armored elephant down my penis. I hurt so bad by the point my wife shows up (been 2hours at this point since I got there), that I've changed clothes 3times bc my clothes were hurting. I even layer on that bird **** covered picnic table in just my boxers for about 10 minutes bc I couldn't take my clothes touching me. We get to the hospital, take an X-ray and ct scan, and the dr finally comes in and says he has good news, bad news, and worse news. Good news, I passed the stone. Bad news, I have 1 in my other kidney still (sum bitch has moved twice since, damn does it hurt when it does). Worse news, he asks "when did you fracture your spine?" Apparently it wasn't my siaticacting. Damn.
15 more lbs from not being to excercise, and I'm still fat.
I would never, in a million years, wish a kidney stone on anyone.......ever. Friend of mine swears she would rather give birth to simultaneous twins before she would want to pass another stone. :****: