A Hellish Experience

Of the many unpleasant experiences that I have been through, I would only deem the ones which were steeped in agony as being truly "Hellish." I have only experienced a few instances of this sort, but strangely enough, they were all memorable. I have torn my rotator cuff, which has resulted in two surgeries, have snapped my meniscus, which I am reminded of every six months when I get an entirely too-large needle of cortisone injected into the back of my knee, and most memorably, have cut my face up like there is no tomorrow. I say that these-yes, there are two-are the most memorable because they hurt more than the others. The funny thing was that the accidents themselves were not really the painful parts. Rather, it was the medical procedures whose memory still makes me cringe. I will never forget what it feels like to have a deep cut on my face physically spread open, only to have five or six shots of novocaine delivered into the gaping orifice. There have only been two occasions in my life when I have involuntarily cried-a bodily reaction to the extreme pain-and both involved getting my faced sewn back together.