rjmaiorano
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Last 250m of a 2k. Probably worse than it seems, since it's entirely self-inflicted.
Of the self-inflicted variety, this sure as **** is towards the top.
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Last 250m of a 2k. Probably worse than it seems, since it's entirely self-inflicted.
Of the self-inflicted variety, this sure as **** is towards the top.
so Im wondering what the pain gauge is of like a ... colonoscopy
I recently had a colonoscopy (family history) and it did not hurt at all. The worst thing about it is the prep, which involves not eating for 24 hours and drinking half a gallon of saline laxative.
Had these. Dull pain for a while, then significant pain. Just when I decide I can't bear it anymore..."Plink, plink" and no more pain.
I recently had a colonoscopy (family history) and it did not hurt at all. The worst thing about it is the prep, which involves not eating for 24 hours and drinking half a gallon of saline laxative.
I'm told it was probably whatever my body experienced falling about 2 1/2 stories onto a truck windshield about 25 years ago.
Nice. I have a friend who gets these almost annually to varying degrees, and he has been through the procedure you mention on several occasions. He describes it as a most exquisite form of torture.You got lucky. I had kidney stones that were too big to pass without surgery. Near-total ureter blockage at the site of the kidney, which was excrutiatingly painful and required an immediate trip to the emergency room and a heavy dose of morphine that barely took the edge off. You know things are bad when morphine doesn't even do the trick.
The best part is that they didn't even take the damned things out with the surgey. All they did was electroscopically zap them into smaller, jagged-edged fragments that I pissed out over the course of the next few days. Nothing says fun times ahead like the prospect of passing razor-sharp gravel through your john thomas in a constant stream of blood every hour or so.
Pneumothorax at age eleven(ty)
I woulda figured the worst part would be getting a big foreign object stuck up your butt.
Nice. I have a friend who gets these almost annually to varying degrees, and he has been through the procedure you mention on several occasions. He describes it as a most exquisite form of torture.