Stories of pain and humiliation and annoyance

Gaige

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Kind of sadistic, but share with your fellow embarassed and pained members those hard, painful and embarassing times you had/are having, and your feelings looking back on them. Also include rage moments.

As for me, a few months ago, going into the hot press to get a bundle of clothes, I hit a splinter in the wall. It drove into my nail and caused agony. :gonk:

Share your stories!
 
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Stapling my thumb was both stupid and painful. Thankfully there were no witnesses

Ive fallen down few stairs/steps that have resulted in grazed knees/sore arms. I fell down the stairs at mine and I have banisters on both sides so as ive gone to save myself ive pulled all my shoulder :rage:

Falling over running for buses, one particular incident in high school when i went flat on my face and graszed my knees. I did the same going down a hill infront of everyone as well actully. I should stop trying to run

I slipped on some black ice and scarred my knee. Scared the same knee again getting my heel caught in a crack in the pavement whilst RUNNING again (late for work) some man rescues me, well embarrasing

I have a scar on my thigh from climbing over a fence, though that didnt hurt, it just bled lots :hmmm:

Cutting my foot open hurt like hell...once id noticed the trail of blood behind me. Stupid glass in the canal. I stioll dont walk righ and it was when i was in primary school :8F:

I RAN INTO A LAMP POST. Omg. that was SO embarrassing, and I have a scar on my chin from it -__-

I ran into a pole as well, sent myself flying, i was using a carrier bag as a kite (yeah....)

Falling off that house hurt a lot, that involved rather alot of pain.... knocked my tooth out and had to have the fucker put back in. He stitched it back in my gum with wire. I think I just cried non stop for days, then once they made this ....gum guard kind of looking thing, they stuck it back in my gob, so i looked a right delight for about 6 weeks. Broken arm as well.. and the most cracking bruise you ever saw all the way down my leg. Im actually gunna lose a molar from that whole incident, still plaguing me even NOW

Another really embarrassing asn quite painful one (ive actually done this TWICE, but minus the drink and blood the other time) the kitchen floor was wet, I was frsh out of the bath, butt naked, getting a glass of orange (As you do) slipped on the water, landed on my elbow (fuck me i thought id broke the fucker) and my shin hit the metal thing you get between the door, so i had a massive bruise all down my shin, 3 massive cuts (now scars) and me naked and covered in orange onthe floor AFTER ID WASHED MY HAIR AS WELL :rage:

There's fucking loads. I could sit here all night reeling shit off. Im far too accident prone for my own good

Oh the other time I broke my arm, David pushed me off a wall into the 'crocodiles' -__-

....Il leave it at that for now........ xD
 
I just recently moved, and it snows ALOT here. I've never driven in the snow, so I had no clue what to expect.
One day I needed to make a trip to work to drop something off. There was a VERY light dusting of snow on the road, and I figured driving on it wouldn't be a problem.

Let me just give you a little equation:

ice left on road from previous night's snow + new layer of snow + low profile tires that need to be replaced = sliding around like a fool

I was SCARED TO DEATH. Needless to say, I didn't even get out of the neighborhood before I turned around and got my tail back home! lol
 
Oh god, I can't stop laughing at the last one with the slip and the orange juice. I can't help thinking of you lying on the ground like a dead person and CSI coming.

My next tale of pain comes from primary school, when we were playing a game called squash. At twelve years old, it was the highlight of our lunchtime. We all leaned against a wall, and pushed at the person next to us. At the end was another wall, The goal was to get to the wall, but the thing is it got more and more difficult, because you ahd more people shoving against you. :gonk:

So one day we played it, and I had a little stretch beforehand. Of course my best mate thought that meant start, and she slammed into my hand. My puny wrist couldn't take the pressure, and fractured. Me sitting there, moaning in front of the school as my dad came to collect me. I was in a cast for months. :rage:
 
Oh god, I can't stop laughing at the last one with the slip and the orange juice. I can't help thinking of you lying on the ground like a dead person and CSI coming.


I was just sat there for a second, dazed and confused, I looked around to make sure no one saw then I rememberd I was at home. Of course no one was there... though if anyone saw it would of given them a right laugh, didn't half hurt though xD
 
Well I don't really have any pain stories, but I do have a good embarrassing one from when I was a kid. I was in Girl Scouts on a camping trip, and it was freezing the last night so in the middle of the night I woke up and pulled apart my entire bag looking for socks--it was pitch dark so I couldn't see, I just had to feel around for them and they were on the bottom. Anyway, the next morning when everyone in the tent was packing up their stuff, someone found a pair of really dorky-looking white underwear with polka dots all over them, and started showing them around to everyone. No one claimed them, so they started making fun of how cheesy they were, and at one point they finally went out to the middle of the circle of tents and hung them up high on a mailbox that was attached to a big flagpole. Everyone stood around and laughed about it for a while, and I eventually came over too to see it (I had been off somewhere else, I don't remember where). Anyway, I started laughing about it too--hey, the typical "underwear-on-the-flagpole" joke--and then my mom came over, and said rather loudly, "Those are yours, honey." :ffs: Apparently I had gotten them for Christmas the week before from a relative out of state, and had had such a crazy week flying back home and then packing for this trip that I hadn't remembered about getting them (or maybe just didn't remember what they looked like), and my mom had packed them in my bag without telling me--they apparently fell out when I was digging for the socks :mokken: Anyway, I had never worn them, so at least they were clean, but needless to say I got rid of them after that as soon as possible :shame:
 
I'll list a few, but I'm quite clumsy myself, and I also get humiliated a lot in very normal situations, so I get humiliated most of the time as soon as I leave the house. I'll instead try and list some of the instances where I have been both in pain and humiliated, and those instances that spring to mind right now.

I used to do athletics for sport when I was younger and I had a few embarassments in this. Popping a muscle during the 4x400 relay final was unfortunate, as it essentially crapped up the whole thing. I was the 3rd leg and we were winning. It was the first sports related injury I ever had, and it ruined the final for us as I couldn't continue. That was more pain than humiliating, though I guess it was humiliating a bit too.

There was a time in another competition where it was just me and some other person in the race (few people turned up), and I was shoved on the hurdles. I was ridiculous at them, and the team only put me on them as they didn't quite know what else to do with me as I wasn't all that brilliant. Anyway I tripped over one of the hurdles and fell splat on my face. That isn't odd for hurdles, but what made it worse was that I just got up looked at my mom who was blatantly pointing out to the end and miming "finish it!", so half way from being about to walk off with my hands in pockets I took them out and ran the rest of the way, jumping over the remainder. What sucks is it wasn't an important race. It's not like it was the Olympics or anything where you'd be considered a hero for doing that. I felt like such a plonker, and I guess I was / still am.

Another one was very silly, and I was running on the indoor track. Mark Lewis Francis was there, and we had been running alongside him but not against him (his cousin was in my group). We were told by our coach later to practice using the blocks, and since space was short we had to run from our blocks only a short way, then run back. Well I was a fool and ran back in my lane as I was on the end lane, and ended up tripping over my own blocks, twisting my ankle badly, and taking me out for months. That was very humiliating. Funny for a few seconds, but then when I realised I was injured I was full of :rage:.

Those days are long gone now. If I ever tried to run again I'd probably snap my feet off. :ness:


Other than that... I've had many many silly humiliating experiences involving pain.

I was doing my DofE (Duke of Edinburgh award) at bronze level in the Peak District, and I managed to trip over a log and fall down a hole. It was quite funny really, but my bad luck stayed with me throughout the rest of the day and I later ended up getting my foot caught up in a stile, causing me to fall over and bash my head on a rock. I was apparantly unconscious for a bit, and then I had to be bandaged up by one of the people I was doing it with. I felt like a moron as I was nervous and confused and probably did the dorkiest laugh I've ever done in my life as I tried to say I'm ok, and that was weird. I had to sit there, protected by two of my group mates, while the rest ran off to get help in the nearby village.... Yeah... I didn't manage to complete the walk itself for the award, as that was me out, and it was the last day, and we'd nearly done it. They only gave me the award as they felt sorry for me I think. :sad2:


When I was much younger there was an incident where I saw this stretchy rope with hooks on either end, and decided it would be awesome fun to hook one hook to my bedroom door handle, and then hook another one to my parents bedroom door handle. The thing came flying off my door handle and it flew really fast into my lip. It hurt quite a lot, and it could have taken my eye out. I was calm until my sister came out of her bedroom and screamed at the top of her voice, and then I thought about the situation for a bit, and then I saw it was a heck of a bad one to be in. :sad2:

That's all that springs to mind right now, but I'd have fallen over, got hurt, and been embrassed a lot in my life, as I can imagine we all have our own stories.
 
I was doing my DofE (Duke of Edinburgh award) at bronze level in the Peak District, and I managed to trip over a log and fall down a hole.

Oh, I've had similar embarrassing moments during my DoE expeditions as well! I remember when I was 14 and I was doing the practice expedition for my bronze award. My footwear was awfully inappropriate. I had it in my mind that it would be best to wear some old footwear I wouldn't mind getting wet and filthy - so I wore a pair of trainers. Obviously that was no good for an expedition and I proved it.

I tried to hop over stepping stones in the Lake District. They were wet and had almost no friction to stop me tumbling into the water......in front of everyone. My group tried to climb up a really steep hill on foot. I was pathetic at that - my fitness level must be awfully low. I couldn't keep up or climb any higher. My heavy backpack caused me to roll down the hill into a small stream below. So I got wet a lot.

I remember being the group map-reader and navigator for the real bronze expedition. Back then I had nearly no sense of direction and I led my group OUT of the map! Basically we were clearly lost (stuck near a quarry somewhere). My group really weren't happy with me. I had another fall there. I tripped and slammed into a tree after a brief fall. I had a really nasty bruise somewhere. Damn it hurt a lot. >.>

Non-DoE related, I remember when I was younger that I was messing around in a caravan (where I can't remember). I was looking around this huge, expensive-looking caravan thoroughly impressed with how beautiful it looked. I saw my brother running towards the caravan so I wanted to slam the door shut. I did - right on my thumbnail. It wasn't pleasant. I was in a lot of pain and the nail did come off eventually.

It has grown back and it is normal again now - so don't worry.
 
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