Originally Posted by tixe
From the other thread:
I was in a car wreck many years ago, and some time later discovered that I had torn a hole in my diaphragm. My colon apparently wanted to go exploring and tried to move up, through the small hole, into my chest cavity. It managed to partly make it. I threw up for a longer period of time than I would have thought possible and remained doubled over for a long, long time.
They flayed open my back, pushed the colon back down where it belonged, sewed up the diaphragm, and vacumed out my chest cavity.
Second worst was my first kidney stone, followed by a bad front tooth.
I don't know if anyone can beat that one.
I once popped my kneecap up almost to my thigh during a football game. Stupid idiot that I was, I jammed it back down without coming off the field and played the rest of the game.
After that (and a knee scope), I became the slowest runner in the history of high school athletics.
Hence the nickname Wheels, which is still my real nickname to this very day.