Winter of 2003. I was dating someone who had been in a serious car accident and was in a coma. I spent so much time at the hospital that I probably went days without eating or drinking. My stupidity caused me to develop a kidney stone, because of dehydration. When that thing passed, it was like razor wire shredding the inside of my body to bloody pieces.
In typical me style, though, something amusing in retrospect happened. I went to the pharmacy to get pain pills. I was literally lying on the counter and moaning in agony... the pharmacist looks at the prescription and actually asks "Are these for pain?" So I responded, "No. they keep me young and beautiful. Of course they're for pain, I'm fucking dying here."