In the old days I managed to get into trouble with a few fellas and got grabbed. This went downhill pretty quickly because I hurt one of them quite badly in the struggle. It involved systematic torture. Sawed through my knee and used a hammer on the other one, lump hammer to both hands systematically breaking every bone in each hand and turning them to mush, broken feet, broken jaw, slashed quite a few times and had petrol poured over me and was threatened with being burned alive. It was a long two days. Never underestimate the power of a gang egging each other on and losing their minds. I believe it’s how a lot of murders happen. The knees were like nothing I have felt before or since but after a period of time the human body does turn off and you drift to other places where you can’t quite feel pain.
As a result of some of the injuries, I had plastic surgery to repair some of the damage to my face and because I had self medicated because of some of the pain of the other injuries, the surgery took place without any anaesthesia. That was pretty rough as I was awake and having wounds and stitching to the inside and outside of my cheek and the muscles needed stitching too. That was a four hour operation whilst I was awake and with no pain relief at all.
worst pain ever, kidney stones. Fucking nightmare….