But getting my tattoo -- parts of it were such a *sharp* pain that I thought I might pass out.

Kinda like getting a red-hot toothpick dragged through your skin's top layers? That's what my last one felt like, esp. in the outlining stages.

Constant lower-grade pain is worse than a sharp, finite pain to my mind.

I'd agree, though really I haven't had much of the latter to contrast with. Knock wood.

My worst pain ever was a burn from having a potholder slip when taking a big tray of tuna melts out of a 500-degree oven. It was only a second-degree burn, but it had the feeling of a sharp, finite pain with the endurance of an ache.

connie! owowowowowowowow.

I think constant, low-grade pain wears you out mentally as well as actually hurting. My brother has ankle pain that's probably at least medium grade, but it is all. the. time. and he can never get away from it.

I found labor pain to be scary because it sort of takes over your whole body, but like Trudy's mom, I knew it was a) for a purpose and b) would have a definite end.

Yeah, burns scare the fuck out of me.

I don't get to rate the migraines either, but I've never had one that put me in the hospital. {ita} they just make me blind and pukey.

yesterday was fetishes, today is pain - what does that make tomorrow?

it was a) for a purpose and b) would have a definite end.

this. though that didn't stop me from telling the OB 'we don't have to do this right now...' t /chicken

Kinda like getting a red-hot toothpick dragged through your skin's top layers?

More like a red-hot scalpel. But, yeah.

My tattoo didn't hurt at all, though I was fully prepared for the big ow.

I've had third degree burns that really hurt...

But the very tiptopworst pain ever in my entire life was being struck by a stingray. Nerve toxin. Rollercoaster of going from eleventy-thousand, down to 943, lulling you into a false sense of I-might-survive. I didn't even take aspirin at that point in my life and I was screaming for narcotics. Sort of wish I'd just passed out. Nifty scar and a story full of fun details...totally. not. worth. it.

My at-the-time boyfriend's mother still won't go into the ocean without sneakers, some 16 years later.

connie! owowowowowowowow.

Oh, yeah. the new apartment's bedroom was wallpapered in shelving paper, and there was a mold I wasn't yet aware of being allergic to growing there. That was a hell of a weekend.