Does it hurt to get stabbed
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Knife crime: What's it like to be stabbed?
Mostly wondering if I was even supposed to be here. At the same time, how much I wanted to be something special seemed to argue in favor of me being here for a reason. But some background: I was abandoned at birth. A pregnant teenage mother having an affair and an uncertain father. Nothing unusual coming out of New York.
I was in my first term at Brighton University in There was a party in her halls of residence. It was rammed, with about 30 people dancing, playing beer pong and generally running riot. Around midnight, I was chatting to a fellow student on a sofa when I felt an excruciating pain in my left eye. I instinctively raised my hands to cover my face. When I squinted down, there was a pool of clear liquid in my palms. I was pretty drunk but knew I needed to get to a quieter, safer space.
After that is when it starts to really hurt. Like any other It's really bad. By that point you should be at or on your way to the hospital. Get used to it. It doesn't go.
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I honestly don't know and I never want to know. Although if I had to pick getting stabbed multiple times or shot multiple times, I would pick getting shot. Getting shot in the head is quick and painless. As long as they don't hit a bone bullets basically go in and out. MgamerBD And waht about getting stabbed in the head?
Death by stabbing just isn't as common as death from gunshot wounds, car accidents, etc. The list below collects just a few of those stories. What happens when you're stabbed? But that's just one common account - read on to learn from a variety of firsthand accounts about what being stabbed really feels like. Amazingly, she lived to tell the tale. At first, Elizabeth felt like she was being punched.
The sky was clear and the water calm. On a previous trip, lobster fishing off Alaska, the waves had been 35ft high, so I thought this would be pretty easy by comparison. We were fishing for slime eels, horrible creatures you catch in big, heavy barrels. It was my job to stack the barrels, which were baited with herring, and prepare them to be dropped in the water on a long line weighted with cinder blocks. I was sitting on the ground completely dazed. The captain cut the line, and he and the crew gathered around me. Horrible accidents happen all the time.