Ill go first. I was alone in my room smoking a blunt, lines of coke on the dresser, and used needles strewn about. I had a dildo in my ass, porn on the computer screen and my balls were one of those little cock cages. I was smelling panties that I had stolen from victorias secret. There was a dead hooker hanging in the closet and another passed out on my bed. I was playing wii sports. Then my mom walked in.

And that was the day my family found out I was a casual.

Being bullied at school for no apparent reason.

Finding my mom unconscious when I was 10. She tried to suicide with pills and I had to spend months at my aunt's wondering what was happening.

A perv my family knew took me against a wall and kissed all over my neck when I was 13... Then he wanted to give me money and bring me shopping... RIGHT. Glad I wasn't stupid and told my mom about it.

Being told by my aunt (who I regarded as being an example to follow) to not study for the job of my dreams (design). This doesn't sound all that bad but it is when you're a kid and thinking of what you want to do later in life, it is.

Becoming social phobic and loosing interest in school/life. Dropping out of school.

My dad saying he would come at my wedding and a few weeks before saying he couldn't. I'm still dissapointed about it.

Well it's pretty much all the major bad things that happened to me. Good thing that I have some happyness in it as well.

The OP would have been a lot funny if it was so painfully obvious it was made up (like in my room smoking a blunt, drinking, whatever, then my parents walked in...while I was playing Wii Sports and saw I was a casual).

Anyways, mine was probably shortly after my wedding when I got a staff infection under my thumbnail. 

My parents got us a spa day at the Hilton for a wedding present which was cool I guess.  The massage was nice and I had never had a manicure or pedicure and I think I never will again.  I'm pretty sure that's where I got the infection from and it sucked beyond belief. 

It started as a funny little dark colored spot under my thumbnail.  I noticed it pretty quickly but didn't think a lot of it until it started hurting.  It kept hurting more and more until I just finally couldn't sleep because I was in so much pain.  I remember that Fable II had just came out and while I couldn't really play any games since it hurt too much, I could sit there and do the job mini-games.  I remember sitting there until 3 or 4 in the morning tired as all Hell, bored out of my mind from doing those games for 6 hours straight, and in insane amounts of pain. I wanted to just go to the Dr., but I really didn't have one and it was 3 or 4 in the morning.

I finally got up and went to the emergency room because I didn't know what else to do.

I got there and told them the story and I was sure they thought I was lying just to get pain meds (I had been watching House).  The Dr. there looked at my thumb and thought it was a fungal infection, gave me so fungus cream, and some mild pain killers.

Over the next few days I put the cream on my thumb and took the pain killers but neither really had any effect.  My thumb actually started growing bigger and the pain killers did nothing at all.  My thumb was swelling up so much that it was pushing my thumbnail up.  Two or three days I was insane amounts of pain and my thumb was nearly double the size so I talked to people at work and found a Dr.

I get to the Dr. and he tells me that it was a Staff infection and not fungus.  He said my thumb was double the size because it was creating puss but since it was under my thumbnail it had no place to go and was just collecting.  He would have to stick a needle under my thumbnail and drain the puss.  He gave me some local anesthetic but it didn't work.  He tried again, still didn't work.  Being a fair skinned redhead, I'm resistant to pain killers.

Finding that out, it meant he had to stick a giant needle under my thumbnail and drain the puss with no pain killers at all.  That was easily the most painful day of my life because it took about four or five syringes to get it all.

It's all finally out, I'm covered in sweat and tears and ready to vomit from all the pain.  I'm completely exhausted because I hadn't really slept in days but it was all finally over.  Other than the residual pain from someone digging under my thumb with a needle, my thumb didn't really hurt, or at least it was a different pain which was good.  The Dr. gives me a prescription for the infection and sends me on my way.

The medicine had to be taken with food and I had been a diet because of the wedding so I decided to reward myself on the way home for all the pain.  I stop at Sonic and get a horribly fattening greasy meal with a large shake and take it home.  I eat it and take my medicine along with a pretty major painkiller the Dr. gave me (which worked!) and was happy...for about 10 minutes.

I suddenly started feeling incredibly nauseous and had to throw up.  I assumed it was because of the insane ordeal I just went through and all the greasy food my body wasn't use to.  Being relatively pain free at that point, I took the rest of the day off from work and slept.

The next morning I get up, I take my painkillers, I take my medicine, and go to work.  By the time I get to work I start feeling incredibly nauseous and throw up again.  I call the Dr. and apparently it was the medicine he gave me to fight the staff infection so I had to go get another.  After that, it eventually went away fine and I was all good.

It was interesting watching my thumbnail grow because now that my thumb was a normal size, I could see just how big it had gotten as my thumbnail grew.  There was a massive bump in my thumbnail because it had been growing up because of the swelling.

Anyways, that's the story of my most painful week of my life followed by the most painful day of my life.

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Woohoo, I found my original post about it when I thought it was fungus.

http://gamrconnect.vgchartz.com/thread.php?id=46235

I was at this restaurant and the waiter gave me Pepsi instead of Coke.  I mean, I drank it and it was actually pretty good but still.  I have nightmares about that day.  Oh, and as a kid my mom ran over my dog and she died right in front of me.  That was pretty fucked up, too.

Well

Myself and a female friend got in a fight one day. We decided to stop being friends. Within days I heard from friends that I was apparently stalking her. Her mom called me up threatening to call the cops on me. We used to work at the same summer camp and she told all my supervisors and the camp's director that I was stalking her and that she was afraid for her life. So everyone at camp treated me horribly and I had to quit. Then the next year she shows up at my house and asks forgiveness. We become friends again and suddenly I find out that she's telling everyone I'm following her around. I get another threatening call from her mom. At this point I hired a lawyer and went to the police to get a restraining order. But the Police wouldn't give me one because they said she wasn't a threat to my life. I ended up paying for a few hours of a Lawyer at 350$ an hour to get her mom and her to stop telling people I was stalking. Eventually my lawyer intervened and I entered a voluntary restraining order, she was told to never come near me again and I said I would never go near her again. Then a few months ago she starts showing up at my house trying to talk to me, I told her to pretty much fuck off. Now I hear the stalking rumour has been restarted. But I can't afford to hire the lawyer again I'm unemployed. So I have ditched all our mutual friends and am trying to stay as far away from her as possible.

Also I was molested when I was like 5, but I gotta admit I prefered a minute or two of a pedophile holding my ____. then two and a half years of being called a stalker. The pain that whole ordeal caused me emotionally is far worse then some creep.

But both were very bad situations and together the worst things that have ever happened to me!

I swear to god every day I come on this website I am less and less attracted to women, all the stories told are soooooo horrible, jeesh.

Jr. High.

'nuff said.

I was living in Atlanta, GA back in 1998 and I met this lady that looked like Sandra Bulloch.  Her name was Lori.  I was in love with her from the moment I met her.  I was staying with my cousin and his uncle, too.  Well after weeks of chasing her, the moment finally arrived.  We were alone in my room and I was performing OS (operating system) on her. 

There was a knock at the door.  I ignored it.  Next thing I knew, the front door flew open and a cop and a bunch of inmates came walking in.  They kept calling me "Craig" which was my "uncle's" name.  I was told I was being evicted.  The inmates loaded all of our stuff onto a moving van and tossed it on the side of the highway.  I sat there on the side of the road holding a tennis raquet fending of these Mexicans (I love Mexican people but that's what happened) as they tried to take our stuff.

And I didn't get laid.

I'd been paying my part of the rent but apparently my money wasn't getting to the landlord.  Who knows?  I moved back home shortly after.  And for anybody keeping track, this was the same uncle that MAY have molested me when I was drunk.

BAM! I like this guy.