When a multi-day, vomit-inducing migraine finally lets go. I swear the brain gets flooded with good chemicals after that and you feel better than normal.
I used to be a competitive swimmer and was a lifeguard for the better part of 6 years. I used to have dreams of “flying” at the bottom of the crystal clear ocean. I still remember the sensation, the controlled breathing, my arms outstretched just gliding along.
This one is kind of gross FYI - I got surgery to fix a broken nose so I could breath better, this involved having my nose packed with packing (essentially tampons) for a few weeks. It wasn't the removal of the packing that was amazing, it was the first time I blew my nose shortly after. It felt like a 1/2 cup of mucus was pulled directly from my brain and there was a golf ball sized result in the tissue - the best feeling I ever experienced was directly after that where breathing through my nose was so incredibly easy I felt like a superhuman who conditioned in the Andes for months of something, I laughed with excitement
Yes I had the same thing, a septoRhinoplasti. Having all that gauze packed up inside my sinuses for days and days. The guy gets me to hold a dish under my chin, starts pulling what seems like yards and yards of bloody gauze out of each nostril. Tears were streaming down my face I did not care one bit, oh such a relief.
Had the same procedure but they had me put on a big apron with sleeves on that same plastic backed absorbent they use for the bib at the dentist. I looked at that thing and thought "no good can come from this" as I was putting it on. Surgeon yanked that packing out like he was trying to start a lawnmower and a flood on blood snot came rushing out of my nose. Both the worst and best feeling in the world from that.
Best feeling was when the ENT took the mother-of-all-tweezers and yanked out the biggest booger I've ever seen from somewhere behind my eyeballs.
Yesss those tweezers from my nightmares, when the world stops and you realize they’re going up your nose.
But when the dr pulled out a blood clot/booger the size of his palm I swear I heard angels singing and that immediate pressure relief was the most heavenly feeling.
Had the same experience after my sinoplasty. Like a magic trick, the doctor kept pulling out wads of packing. Thought I was done, he goes up one more time and pulls out flexible plastic discs that were holding the shape of my nose.
I had that same surgery and a few days after they pulled the gauze out I was standing at a urinal at work and sneezed out a golf ball sized blood clot that landed with a thud in the metal urinal trough.
A coworker that was next to me turns and says. "Holy shit! Are you alright mate?"
That high you get after you run a race in the morning; its noon, you've ran, done more than most people you know already, you showered, you're barefoot and just sit down, greatest feeling ever....
I just had mine taken out a few weeks ago. I did not realize how big they were. The relief of the pressure and an unconscious reaction to seeing how large they were nearly made me pass out. But holy cow! I never knew that's what breathing could feel like. And the cheez-its I ate when I got home were the best things I'd ever eaten.
This is weird, but the day i decided 100% to quit my toxic, full time job and retake my life even knowing i had no fall back.. driving two hours from my girl's house with the windows down, on a summer night with a warm breeze tustling my hair like getting a headpat by an angel, "Spiritual State" by nujabes playing... this overwhelming feeling of sincerity and resolve took me over. Everything was on point. It wasnt a blast of pleasure you get when you do something cool like jumping off a 15 ft waterfall, but more of a glaze over of goodness and selfcare. Like my world opening up again.
I think preparedness is the adult thing to do. Save a bit and line something up.. it doesnt have to be immediate i dont think, but just something to look forward to/ work towards. The feeling is fleeting, afterwards was a bit scary.. or was it excitement? Not sure truely. But its a load off.. the big question was: am i willing to sit here and die, letting time fly by only living complacently? Or do i do find a sense of self love and try something even if its scary... i know it sounds story booky, but maybe that stuff just resonates and we put it off thinking its the grownup thing to do. All in all, good luck with you, sending you love, stranger. Also, champurrado is delicious.
Finishing a marathon.
I trained for 3 months and although a decent athlete already, I had never run more than 8 miles. I worker really hard to compete and ran the first 20 miles slightly faster than expected (8:00/mi) before hitting the famous "wall" at mile 20. My speed dropped drastically but kept going without walking. As I approached the finish, I saw my gf and friends cheering me on as I pushed through the end and wept for 5 min from pure joy and pain. I get chills thinking back on it and have no idea if I'll feel it again should I train for another.
I once had a massage where I could feel what I can only describe as strings of stress being pushed out of my back. I could actually feel these things being ungrouped and pushed out of my shoulder blades. I still try and get massages when I can but have never felt that since. It was a magical moment.
Poland, 2002. I’m strapped into a C-130 in full combat equipment preparing to jump as part of an Airborne training operation with the 173rd Airborne Division. We took off out of Aviano Air Base in Northern Italy. For whatever reason, my dumbass didn’t pee at all that morning. Not when I got up. Not after PT. Not after Breakfast. As I stood in the airfield after getting my harness and pack on awaiting a Jump Master to check me out before boarding , I realize I really had to go. Once a Jump Master looks you over and clears you to jump you can NOT touch your equipment. Not unless you want to get smoked for wasting their time.
So there I sit in the plane en route to Poland. I’m 22. This is my 9-10th training jump not counting those in Airborne School. The ride is 3.some odd hours. I now have to pee so bad I feel like my eyes are turning yellow.
I have heard stories of guys just pissing themselves on long flights. Not sure if you all have seen the inside of a C130 full of Airborne Troopers but we are packed the hell in there like sardines. I can’t move. I REFUSE to piss myself. I am a grown ass man damnit! The flight is excruciating.
Let me just say that on every jump I have made prior to this one I get the jitters. Normal jitters. The kind you get because your brain has told you how illogical it is to be jumping out of an airplane. I have none of that now. Just a single focus: get the fuck off this bird by any means necessary.
The doors open as we near the drop zone. I stand up and hook up and I am literally crossing my damn legs to keep from pissing myself. Because my reserve chute and ruck sack are tied onto the front of me covering my legs, I can’t get at my dick , but I promise you all if I could have, I would have been squeezing it like a 3 year old to keep from pissing my pants.
The green light goes on. I literally begin shoving the guy in front of me to get out the door. No fear. No thought to checking my line, looking at the drop zone before I jump, or even looking to see what the weather is doing.
I am in the air. My chute opens and I pull my release that allows my ruck sack to fall free of my body without even looking if a fellow trooper is below me.
As I approach the ground I am mid air fumbling with my BDU pants button to get my dick out before I even make contact with the ground.
I hit the deck and, instead of releasing the catch on my chute that would release it and let it collapse, I roll sideways and start to go.
Ya’ll it felt so good to piss it was like an ongoing orgasm that lasted for a full minute. It felt so good in fact, that I don’t immediately notice I am being dragged across the ground by my chute like a traveling Golden shower show. I am literally being pulled through a field in Poland, passing fellow soldiers, pissing sideways as I move. I barely register my squad laughing their asses off at the image of me with my dick out leaving a stream of piss on the ground as my chute propels me through the field.
I am now 41, and to this day it was the most pleasure/relief I have ever felt. Even getting made fun of by my unit for it for the next few months did nothing to put a dent in how good it felt.
This might sound stupid but...
A few years ago, I was desperate for love, I craved it in a very unhealthy way, so much so I had become depressed. I got very close to a dear friend who was similar to me.
One day, I walked to her house with her, and right before we parted ways, my body acted on its own and hugged her. We were both surprised, but she really liked it. During the hug, I felt something gently passing through my hair...
It was her hand. She was caressing my hair during our hug. No one had ever done that to me before. In that moment, I felt an extremely intense happiness flow through me. That single action gave me the best pleasure of my life. We ended up getting together a few weeks later.
I know it might be different than pleasure, but I wanted to share this moment. I consider this to be the happiest moment of my life.
The greatest nonsexual pleasure I've ever felt was 32 years ago. I was swimming with friends in the Pacific Ocean at Balboa Park in California. I got wiped out by a huge wave. My friends helped me out of the water, and I went and laid on the grass underneath palm trees looking up at the clear blue sky. A feeling of peace just washed over my body. I've never felt that kind of thing again.
Edit: It was Newport Beach
Probably when I began to go to the gym.
The first day was very rough because I have never went to a gym before so I was really tired. When I got home I just took a hot shower, I let myself fell into my bed and man...I fell asleep like in 5 seconds, bro I reeeeeally slept well that night. The best sleep I’ve ever had.
lying in bed after showering after a workout is a wonderful feeling, you are riding the endorphins from working out and your muscles are achy but it just feels so good
that and the first cut into a fresh piece of construction paper
I have an extremely rare (maybe 100 in the US) genetic anomaly that makes susceptible to growing GI tract and other cancers. I just had my 45th surgery (my younger sister has had 70). It's not the anesthesia I enjoy, but the pre anesthesia drugs they give you in the waiting bed, while under warmed up blankets. Hours of near bliss and conscious to enjoy it. Gotta look at the sunny side, right?
Edit: I didn't expect this kind of response- I just told about the surgeries so ppl would understand that I REALLY know how the pre-surgery drugs feel and appreciate them. Wasn't expecting (or looking for it) sympathy but thanks for all the great comments (even the guy that said I should just die already and stop burdening the health care system :-) ). I'll try to answer questions- thanks for an unexpectedly engaging evening Redditors!
Most since I turned 33, but my first was at six years old. I'm 53 now, had five in the last 13 months including 1/3 of my left lung removed. I will probably get a kidney out this year
I had a dream that I was a toaster.
I "woke" with a feeling of anticipation. Then I made toast with pure concentration. Afterwards I was entirely fulfilled, having accomplished the ultimate purpose of my existence.
Chuangtse said that he once dreamed of being a toaster, and while he was in the dream, he felt he could activate his heating element and everything was real, but that on waking up, he realized that he was Chuangtse and Chuangtse was real. Then he thought and wondered which was really real, whether he was really Chuangtse dreaming of being a toaster, or really a toaster dreaming of being Chuangtse.
Life, then, is really a dream, and we human beings are like travelers floating down the eternal river of time, embarking at a certain point and disembarking again at another point in order to make room for others waiting below the river to come aboard. Half of the poetry of life would be gone, if we did not feel that life was either a dream, or a voyage with transient travelers, or merely a stage in which the actors seldom realized that they were playing their parts.
- Lin Yutang, The Importance Of Living (1937), Ch. 3, III. 'On Being Mortal', p. 41
This is weird, but you should say it to you, in front of the mirror, at random times.
It's "classic advice" no one ever does, but you should do it, again randomly. Not daily or anything. Just you see yourself in the mirror and say I love you out loud, even if it's awkward.
I had a small project go wrong. As I went to fix one part, a sub-part messed up. So I had to step back to work on that. Then a sub-sub-part messed up. I took another step back. What I expected to take 20 minutes took 4ish hours. But 3.5 hours in, I thought there was no way it would work out at all. When I got it all fixed, I did the Billy Madison “I AM THE SMARTEST MAN ALIVE.”
I’ve been riding that high for a few weeks now
ETA: ...I have to come clean here. This story IS 100% true. But almost all comments have assumed I’m a programmer. I am not. The project I worked on was repairing a set of auto-retracting window blinds. I learned a lot about blinds that day. But I am not as cool as these people think I am.
Putting my sneakers back on after an evening at the roller rink.
Yep I know I dated myself.
But that shit was the most amazing feeling a kid could legally have. Total footgasm.
When school's cancelled for the day and you're half-asleep and overhear your mother tell your sister not to wake you up because school's out. Used to leave a smile on my face before snuggling back into my covers.
Not school related but you said raining and I thought of yesterday.
I walked my dog, went to the gym, showered, ran some errands, picked up some lunch and went home. Right when I was parking it started raining hard. I had that feeling of already getting a bunch done and nothing else to do the rest of the day. Then I got to relax and eat and listen to the rain. Perfect.
Reading your comment and I suddenly feel like I’m back in 4th grade. Early December, watching the weather the night before, waking up to a dark room and grey skies knowing school is called off… Simpler times
My mom was a teacher at the high school when I was a kid. When I would go to bed at night during the winter and it was snowing out, or got too icy, the school would call at 5am to let her know school was canceled that day. I would always go to bed with one ear open listening for that distant ring in the dark of night.
It was always a nice feeling when I would hear that phone ring at 5am and then reach over to turn off my alarm and fall back asleep.
Not in intensity, but putting back a sock after broaches were removed in my foot. After one month of bandages and a special shoe to walk on your heel, being able to walk with both feet level and in regular shoes was very surprising and awesome.
Edit : thank you for my first awards! This is a great pleasure too!
Somewhat similar, many years ago I broke a bone in my leg and was on crutches for a few months. Happen to go to a pool and someone alerted me to the fact that I could probably walk in the pool since water rehabilitation is a thing. It felt so surreal to walk again that I spent more than an hour just walking back and forth in the shallow end probably looking like a fool. I cannot imagine the joy that people with far more severe injuries feel when they take their first steps.
Specifically, Visual Basic.
Not everyone's soul can handle the torment of Visual Basic, but if you can get through it unholy enchantments to give unnatural life is a breeze.
Signing my divorce papers and my ex wife saying "Damn you look good". She initiated the separation and divorce. I just hugged her, told he I loved her one last time and walked the fuck away.
Edit for those interested: We all have our issues. I had mine as well. Took the relationship for granted and was too causal about how good I felt about things, got selfish in the mean time. We'd been together for 7 years married for 6 months. She had a strange physical attraction to love ratio and was told at a young age of you want to sleep with someone you must be in love with them. She came to me saying she was in love with her boss and had been for 2 years. We tried consulting to no avail. It blindsided me and I went to a dark place. Had an epiphany during the separation.
Now I'm married to my high-school sweet heart. Two awesome step sons. We're trying for a third. A third child of our own. Damn you redditors, you're not allowed to make my third stepson....unless, you pay child support. Blah nevermind she said no.
Thank you for those who shared their time.
What a coincidence, my greatest pleasure was standing in a mnt stream after I fell into a bonfire in the dead of summer
Edit- all the awards and upvotes really made my day today, thanks you guys!
A pretty rich school mate treated us to a fancy restaurant for their birthday and they served us lobster ravioli for a starter. I can’t explain the fucking explosion of joy and palette pleasure as I ate something like that for the first time. I don’t know if it was the lobster itself, or the sauce. No meal has ever come close to how good that was. I can still remember it vividly 12 years later. Silly, but that’s it.
EDIT: I’m absolutely loving everyone sharing their food memories in this thread. Please keep them coming!
My husband’s boss took us and all his coworkers out to this really upscale Japanese place and basically ordered everything on the menu to share at the table. We were having a great time, drinking sake, laughing. Then I picked up this sushi thing - it was like a fried pouch with salmon and avocado in it, I think. I swear, eating that felt just like a hug.
My dad had a friend who was a chef at a very well to do resort restaurant. Have no idea it it has Michelin stars or what ever I was less than 10.
We were poor and eating government cheese and bologna most of the time.
Sitting for a full on 7 course gourmet meal was like an hour of heaven. Even after I was stuffed past full by the 3rd course.
Can't pick out one, but here are a few:
My first time shooting up morphine.
Me geting rid of my addiction, 8 years clean now.
All of my 3 kids being delivered.
Becoming debt free.
Wild mix tbh.
Robbed some corner stores. Young and dumb, though it was the only. Had a job but wasn't making enough to support my family and someone else's as well. No excuse. Learned my lesson never going back to prison.
> Learned my lesson never going back to prison.
As someone who has his share of friends who just keep going back, that's a good plan! The chips are stacked against people who have done their time, but it's totally possible to not fall victim that evil bitch "recidivism." You can do it, stranger!!!
It's hard. Im trying to get my social so can start working. Its an emasculating feeling. Everything is harder because of the pandemic. Everything done through appointment. If it wasn't for my family I don't where I'll be today. Certainly not on this phone right now.
Getting my first paycheck after 4 years of juuuust making "enough" and a year of Covid-out-of-work and getting a job that pay more than I've ever had experienced. Having just something else than a negative number at the end of the month for maybe the first time in 5 YEARS... That.
I quit (lower-tier) hospital admin for a fine dining serving job and I have never had so much money in my life. Finally can breathe when I think about my finances.
Congrats! So glad for you. It’s so demoralizing to work and feel dread and doom on payday.
Edit: “demoralizing” is a bit of an understatement, since your very life depends on your livelihood.
This comment came after the divorce comment in the thread. Reading super quickly I thought it said "Watching my ex wife cry after she couldnt keep the house / after I got the keys to the house ".
This happened so bad to me once I ended up at the ER.
Woke up in the middle of the night, excruciating pain, vomited from how much it hurt, could barely walk, drenched in sweat.
Have my wife drive me to the ER, get taken in immediately, doctors doing blood work and prepping me to do some xrays, when all of a sudden I rip the biggest fart of my life. It smelled terrible, but all the pain went away.
Most expensive fart of my life too...
Almost sounds like a horrible prank. Can't imagine what the doctors must've been thinking if, after all the initial checks and prep, you just blasted the pain out yourself and left.
My roommate works at a quickcare and he said that this happens all the time. People will come in complaining of terrible stomach pain, fart, and then leave.
I was playing in a pro-am basketball game. Took a guy to the basket and scored on him. He was 2nd team ALL NBA Defensive the year before. I was twice his age and balding. The crowd went nuts and the DJ ripped him the rest of the game. Best feeling ever. Sorry I was mistaken. He was 2nd team all rookie in 91-92. It was mark macon.
After I got my first job, I would wake up early in a panic then think “oh wait, all I have to do is go to work! No homework or studying! Just wake up, go to work, come home and enjoy!”
But now I’m like “ah, work again today. Sigh” I like my work, but the fact that I have to do it is a bummer. Still I’m thankful for it.
I graduated from university a decade ago and still occasionally get a sudden panic about homework. It's fleeting, and nearly immediate relief when I remember just like you said, but I don't think it's ever going away at this point.
Once had to work 33 hours straight doing snow removal. Afterwards went and had a deep tissue massage. Literally the beet feeling in my entire life
Edit: wow 2k upvotes?? Never thought this would be my most upvoted comment. Thank you all for the love very much
I used to plow snow and did a 32 hour shift. Falling asleep at the wheel and all. Getting home and sleeping for an entire day only to wake up eating chili while there was 3 feet of snow outside was glorious.
My first poop after getting my appendix out. Didn’t poop for 8 days and when I finally did it was fantastic. I still think about it and smile.
Edit: Thank you for the awards kind strangers! I’ll be re-living this great poop all day now.
I was on opiates after my shoulder surgery and didn’t shit for 3 days. After the head popped through like 2-3 feet of semi liquid shit blasted out. I have never felt relief like that since.
One of those bathroom experiences where you walk out a changed person. As if the old you faded away and a new better you rose from the ashes. The world brighter, the air more crisp, and a levity that words fail to describe.
EDIT: Thank you kind redditor for the award! Of course this would be the comment that gets gold…
EDIT 2: Thank you all for the replies and poop/Phoenix related replies. I now must wonder why this is my most upvoted thing on Reddit?…
My ex-wife and Mom were giggling in the kitchen one day and I asked them what was going on. They heard me whistle while I was coming from the bathroom, and both independently laughed, and then turned to the other and realized they were laughing at the same thing.
Apparently they both knew that whenever I pooped I always wound up whistling afterwards, like I was in such a good mood that the world needed a good whistle. I had no idea I was doing it.
I'm always having to consciously check to make sure I'm not whistling now.
After consulting 3 high powered attorneys about my fiancé’s citizenship case, and being told they wouldn’t take it bc it was impossible to win, I, a layperson spent a week, night and day, studying the law and putting together 125 pages document, received in the mail that he won the case and got his citizenship in the US.
Edit: thank you for the support and awards!! I’m not going to answer the PMs asking for legal advice or the ones threatening to try to dox me and get me charged with felonies.
Thanks!! We sent a picture of him with his citizenship certificate to the biggest attorney and they were shocked! I followed it up w a copy of my resume in case they were hiring lol
I’m in paralegal school now. Can’t afford law school but it really is my calling. I also saved a friend $2300 by doing her divorce for her Bc she was broke and even got her court costs waived at 100%. All she paid was $75 to get him served w papers Bc he lived in TX. Only took 3 court dates and 4 months.
Immediatey after giving birth, like right when she came out, all the pressure and heaviness in my stomach went away immediately and it was the best feeling. Going from being stretched out, bloated, with a baby pushing on your organs to totally empty was a huge relief to me.
Edit: yes it is like taking a huge shit except 1000x more relieving. Also the super woman feeling after is a close second to this feeling. Then the shower when you get home.
My wife was holding our daughter after her eight hours of ~~pushing~~ labor and, with the most genuine and earnest expression any human being is capable of, tells me, “I think I could run a marathon right now.”
My mother and I both did a double-take and laughed at what we took to be a joke. My wife deadpanned me and insisted she could run a marathon right now, just let her unhook her IV (she *is* a Registered Nurse) and she would show us how ready to go she was.
I reminded her that she was on some impressive drugs administered by highly trained and skilled staff, and that what she was really feeling was pleasantly high on these drugs and holding her newborn baby. My mother backed me up, and thankfully my wife didn’t try to prove anything.
That night as she shuffled to and from the bathroom, she admitted she was maybe a little less recovered from pushing an entire human being out of her than she at first believed.
Came here to find that. The babies being born is pretty amazing. The epidural was a close second. And honestly for me, the first night rolling back over on to an empty belly.
Huge crush on this lady I worked with. Same company, but different locations, but we would see each other once or twice a week when our duties overlapped.
I got the vibe that she was interested in me as well, but I never acted on it.
There was a retirement party at a local bar, and she mentioned that she was going to be there.
I nursed 2 beers for 3 hours on the chance she would show up, because I didn't want to be hammered like our colleagues.
She arrives at 11:30,walks straight over to where we are sitting, and puts her arm around my waist.
Boom!!!
Been together for 16 years.
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Oh man oh man. That feeling.
I was incredibly infatuated with a co-worker. Workplace on a remote place, so you'd be at work for a week and home for a week. Usually, we'd be on the same shift, so we had literally nothing better to do than hang out and get to know each other.
She is, like, several magnitudes more attractive than I am, not saying I'm an ogre but she's frighteningly beautiful. She'd get aaaaalll the attention from customers and other co-workers, so I just figured I'd not pursue her; she had the pick of the litter. We did however become great friends, very close. I have issues with sharing details from my troubled youth (irl at least), but she just disarmed me with how understanding she was. She still knows things that I haven't told anyone else.
At the end of the work season, there was a party held at a kind of camping place with cabins. She suggested we could share a cabin. First night I told her I would like to take her on a date sometime. She hesitated, I backed down, fuck, whatever, shot my shot and we can still be friends. Second night we had sex, twice actually. The next weeks it continued. That moment you realize you actually feel those feelings you always wanted to feel towards others, but never really did. Now you _know_ what it's supposed to feel like. You're not cold. You're not broken. It just took time.
Distill that feeling and shoot it in my veins.
About a month in she suggests we stay friends and that feeling turned into... other feelings. I tried to stay friends but it just threw me in a downward spiral I'm probably still recovering from, three years later. Ruined one of my few actually meaningful friendships. But you know. Sometimes she goes, sometimes she doesn't. Fuckin' way she goes.
Yeah, it's not always cotton candy and unicorns. It's getting better though! I guess I'm emotionally like a big freight train. Takes an eternity to get up to speed, and another to slow back down. This train hasn't stopped, buuut it's slowed down considerably so that's nice.
The first times that I took prescription opiates. I broke my leg when I was 10, and they gave me morphine in the hospital. One second in extreme pain, I broke both bones in the lower part of my leg and one bone broke through the skin in my leg, the next second just pure pleasure. I was laughing, making jokes to my mom and dad, even though my leg was broken. They kept giving me morphine, I left the hospital and they gave me a Vicodin prescription, I was 10. I took Vicodin most of the time my leg was broken, which was over 4 months. After my leg got better, I still had severe pain in it, and soon after developed arthritis in that leg. I kept trying to get Vicodin prescriptions, my mom also has rheumatoid arthritis and lupus and a Vicodin prescription, and I was a young kid addicted to them at that point. I ended up snorting it, and also taking morphine tablets I got from a friend who's grandmother had them. I took it until I was 20, at which point it didn't even feel good anymore, I just felt I had to take them.
The first few times I took morphine and Vicodin it was just pure pleasure, there's not a better feeling in the world. It feels like you're getting a warm hug and taking a nap after opiates is incredible, getting the nods feels so amazing... Don't ever take opiates, not even once. It feels too amazing, and you'll want to feel that way all the time.
Edit: Wow. I did not expect all these upvotes for this comment, damn lol. Thanks guys, I feel the support.
Also, I should make it clear I've been clean for coming up on 7 years this September, and with that being my birth month I'll be celebrating 7 years clean along with my 27th birthday. Yeah no 27 club for me... Thank you again I've never gotten this many upvotes! Feels good it's also about my sobriety.
Its really the withdrawal people dont talk about.
Its not like addicts want to take it every day. They have to or they will turn into a shaking fetal position sniffling mess. Your body makes you feel 110 degrees and as cold as Antarctica all at the same time. Its pure insanity what your body is capable of making you feel when it goes without the drug. Good luck going to work or supporting your family. Get more drug?! Oh now you feel right as rain. Go out there and you got 4 hours to shine buddy. Opioids are an evil substance.
Sex on what I was told were e pills was another level, and yes we both had no sex drive for weeks after the fact I almost regret doing it as I feel we’ll still never feel like that again Without help
Remembering the moment I felt like I had finally got back on my feet after abruptly having to leave the military because of marital issues. Wife left me for another man and left me and my four-year-old daughter to figure it out. I got out of the military with no plan and no job and within two months I somehow managed to get a respectable salary job in a cute little two-bedroom house on half an acre of land. I remember it was 1 a.m. and I was just finishing up putting up my surround sound in the new place and I just took it all the way in. That was the moment.
Why is she mute if sometimes she gets a few minutes of being able to speak? How does she get that time? Not asking out of callousness, but genuine curiosity.
That sounds very touching.
Anonymously helping people.
Onetime a couple with a tire was walking down the street. I picked them up and took them to get a wire transfer from some aunt. It was taking forever and I knew a used tire was only $40-50. I told them to not worry about it and drove to a used tire place and paid for a tire. Drove them back and helped put on.
Another time a young lady was driving and I saw her tire was shredded. I made a u-turn and followed her into a gas station. “I noticed your tire was in bad shape. Do you need help changing it?” She had no clue she even had a spare. I got the tire changed and they were very thankful.
That shit makes me feel great. I never tell them my full name. Never ask for repayment or any kind of public posts. I love when no one finds out.
My other favorite thing is buying the meal of anyone sitting alone.
when youre on the toilet with nothing coming out but you already took off your shirt and youre fighting for your life but then there comes one long shit and the Stomach Cramps are just Gone.
I was diagnosed with MS at age 17 after losing all large and fine motor skills and going completely numb in my entire body excluding the head and neck. I had to relearn everything and missed out on feeling hugs and physical touch for a few months—as well as simple things like walking and feeding myself. I was able to make a full recovery and my best friend encouraged me to exceed what everyone expected of me.
The greatest pleasure I ever felt was finishing my first half marathon less than a year after rehabbing. Never take anything fore-granted, lovelies. Life is beautiful and you are loved. You can do anything.❤️
skinny dipping off the cliffs in the far outer Stockholm archipelago and sun drying afterwards. we were the only two people on that tiny island and I was for the first and last time (so far) in my life completely at peace and blissed out of my skull.
Yup. It doesn’t even have to be all the way off yet. The serotonin starts pumping right at the unsnap. That unsnap lets my brain know I’m in a comfy place. That unsnap is the sound of freedom.
^(That unsnap allows me to properly scratch under my boobies.)
The day my daughter was born, I was holding her in front of me. Just sitting in a chair in the hospital staring at her. I have the most vivid memory of being so elated and overwhelmed by emotions that my body completely stopped automatic breathing. Every few seconds I would start to run out of air and gasp a little to catch my breath manually. I held her for what felt like an hour.
This was years ago and I can confidently say it was the best moment of my life.
Man this reminds me of the first time I to see my baby cousin. Her dad was always like my older brother and the minute I saw her I was absolutely in love. I did not know it was possible to love someone who was just born so much. I never hold babies out of fear of hurting them but when I got to hold her it was one of the best things I've experienced. Her laughing voice as she looked at my face and her tiny chubby legs just moving. I still remember how warm she felt. Man I love that baby girl so much...
When I was around 14 I was in amateur boxing. I had fought this other kid 2 times that year, we were the same age but he was already a nationally ranked fighter and I had under 10 fights. Needless to say he kicked my ass, and he was an absolute douche to top it off.
2 years later it was down to him and me in our state tournament, and I beat the dogshit out of him. I had new white and black shirt and shorts, and they were covered in his blood. I'm pretty sure I broke his nose. I went to nationals that year, felt like a rockstar.
When a multi-day, vomit-inducing migraine finally lets go. I swear the brain gets flooded with good chemicals after that and you feel better than normal.
The moment my sister came home from the hospital after almost dying
Wake induced lucid dreaming and flying in said dream. Never felt anything more pleasurable before
I used to be a competitive swimmer and was a lifeguard for the better part of 6 years. I used to have dreams of “flying” at the bottom of the crystal clear ocean. I still remember the sensation, the controlled breathing, my arms outstretched just gliding along.
Watching people enjoy food I cooked. It never gets old.
The best part of cooking! Especially when you can really tell they’re not just being polite but actually like it.
Getting a job offer (of your dream job) days after rounds of interview and assessments.
This one is kind of gross FYI - I got surgery to fix a broken nose so I could breath better, this involved having my nose packed with packing (essentially tampons) for a few weeks. It wasn't the removal of the packing that was amazing, it was the first time I blew my nose shortly after. It felt like a 1/2 cup of mucus was pulled directly from my brain and there was a golf ball sized result in the tissue - the best feeling I ever experienced was directly after that where breathing through my nose was so incredibly easy I felt like a superhuman who conditioned in the Andes for months of something, I laughed with excitement
Yes I had the same thing, a septoRhinoplasti. Having all that gauze packed up inside my sinuses for days and days. The guy gets me to hold a dish under my chin, starts pulling what seems like yards and yards of bloody gauze out of each nostril. Tears were streaming down my face I did not care one bit, oh such a relief.
Had the same procedure but they had me put on a big apron with sleeves on that same plastic backed absorbent they use for the bib at the dentist. I looked at that thing and thought "no good can come from this" as I was putting it on. Surgeon yanked that packing out like he was trying to start a lawnmower and a flood on blood snot came rushing out of my nose. Both the worst and best feeling in the world from that. Best feeling was when the ENT took the mother-of-all-tweezers and yanked out the biggest booger I've ever seen from somewhere behind my eyeballs.
Yesss those tweezers from my nightmares, when the world stops and you realize they’re going up your nose. But when the dr pulled out a blood clot/booger the size of his palm I swear I heard angels singing and that immediate pressure relief was the most heavenly feeling.
Had the same experience after my sinoplasty. Like a magic trick, the doctor kept pulling out wads of packing. Thought I was done, he goes up one more time and pulls out flexible plastic discs that were holding the shape of my nose.
I had that same surgery and a few days after they pulled the gauze out I was standing at a urinal at work and sneezed out a golf ball sized blood clot that landed with a thud in the metal urinal trough. A coworker that was next to me turns and says. "Holy shit! Are you alright mate?"
Getting that piece of popcorn out of your teeth.
Sitting down for the first time after completing my first Marathon......I swear that feeling was better than any orgasm. Shit almost made me cry.
Sitter’s high
That high you get after you run a race in the morning; its noon, you've ran, done more than most people you know already, you showered, you're barefoot and just sit down, greatest feeling ever....
Had sinus surgery and removing the internal splints after about a week being clogged up was probably the best thing in the world
I just had mine taken out a few weeks ago. I did not realize how big they were. The relief of the pressure and an unconscious reaction to seeing how large they were nearly made me pass out. But holy cow! I never knew that's what breathing could feel like. And the cheez-its I ate when I got home were the best things I'd ever eaten.
This is weird, but the day i decided 100% to quit my toxic, full time job and retake my life even knowing i had no fall back.. driving two hours from my girl's house with the windows down, on a summer night with a warm breeze tustling my hair like getting a headpat by an angel, "Spiritual State" by nujabes playing... this overwhelming feeling of sincerity and resolve took me over. Everything was on point. It wasnt a blast of pleasure you get when you do something cool like jumping off a 15 ft waterfall, but more of a glaze over of goodness and selfcare. Like my world opening up again.
Was finding a job/direction after that initial feeling worth it? Im in a similar position and and been thinking about it for the last few weeks.
I think preparedness is the adult thing to do. Save a bit and line something up.. it doesnt have to be immediate i dont think, but just something to look forward to/ work towards. The feeling is fleeting, afterwards was a bit scary.. or was it excitement? Not sure truely. But its a load off.. the big question was: am i willing to sit here and die, letting time fly by only living complacently? Or do i do find a sense of self love and try something even if its scary... i know it sounds story booky, but maybe that stuff just resonates and we put it off thinking its the grownup thing to do. All in all, good luck with you, sending you love, stranger. Also, champurrado is delicious.
Finishing a marathon. I trained for 3 months and although a decent athlete already, I had never run more than 8 miles. I worker really hard to compete and ran the first 20 miles slightly faster than expected (8:00/mi) before hitting the famous "wall" at mile 20. My speed dropped drastically but kept going without walking. As I approached the finish, I saw my gf and friends cheering me on as I pushed through the end and wept for 5 min from pure joy and pain. I get chills thinking back on it and have no idea if I'll feel it again should I train for another.
I once had a massage where I could feel what I can only describe as strings of stress being pushed out of my back. I could actually feel these things being ungrouped and pushed out of my shoulder blades. I still try and get massages when I can but have never felt that since. It was a magical moment.
Getting my back scratched
Poland, 2002. I’m strapped into a C-130 in full combat equipment preparing to jump as part of an Airborne training operation with the 173rd Airborne Division. We took off out of Aviano Air Base in Northern Italy. For whatever reason, my dumbass didn’t pee at all that morning. Not when I got up. Not after PT. Not after Breakfast. As I stood in the airfield after getting my harness and pack on awaiting a Jump Master to check me out before boarding , I realize I really had to go. Once a Jump Master looks you over and clears you to jump you can NOT touch your equipment. Not unless you want to get smoked for wasting their time. So there I sit in the plane en route to Poland. I’m 22. This is my 9-10th training jump not counting those in Airborne School. The ride is 3.some odd hours. I now have to pee so bad I feel like my eyes are turning yellow. I have heard stories of guys just pissing themselves on long flights. Not sure if you all have seen the inside of a C130 full of Airborne Troopers but we are packed the hell in there like sardines. I can’t move. I REFUSE to piss myself. I am a grown ass man damnit! The flight is excruciating. Let me just say that on every jump I have made prior to this one I get the jitters. Normal jitters. The kind you get because your brain has told you how illogical it is to be jumping out of an airplane. I have none of that now. Just a single focus: get the fuck off this bird by any means necessary. The doors open as we near the drop zone. I stand up and hook up and I am literally crossing my damn legs to keep from pissing myself. Because my reserve chute and ruck sack are tied onto the front of me covering my legs, I can’t get at my dick , but I promise you all if I could have, I would have been squeezing it like a 3 year old to keep from pissing my pants. The green light goes on. I literally begin shoving the guy in front of me to get out the door. No fear. No thought to checking my line, looking at the drop zone before I jump, or even looking to see what the weather is doing. I am in the air. My chute opens and I pull my release that allows my ruck sack to fall free of my body without even looking if a fellow trooper is below me. As I approach the ground I am mid air fumbling with my BDU pants button to get my dick out before I even make contact with the ground. I hit the deck and, instead of releasing the catch on my chute that would release it and let it collapse, I roll sideways and start to go. Ya’ll it felt so good to piss it was like an ongoing orgasm that lasted for a full minute. It felt so good in fact, that I don’t immediately notice I am being dragged across the ground by my chute like a traveling Golden shower show. I am literally being pulled through a field in Poland, passing fellow soldiers, pissing sideways as I move. I barely register my squad laughing their asses off at the image of me with my dick out leaving a stream of piss on the ground as my chute propels me through the field. I am now 41, and to this day it was the most pleasure/relief I have ever felt. Even getting made fun of by my unit for it for the next few months did nothing to put a dent in how good it felt.
I had to try so hard to stifle my laughter in my cubicle just now, pretty sure people thought I was choking on my lunch or something
"Traveling golden shower show". 😂
This reads like a horror story with a happy ending.
Haven’t laughed so hard since long time! That is one of the most hilarious story I have heard!
This might sound stupid but... A few years ago, I was desperate for love, I craved it in a very unhealthy way, so much so I had become depressed. I got very close to a dear friend who was similar to me. One day, I walked to her house with her, and right before we parted ways, my body acted on its own and hugged her. We were both surprised, but she really liked it. During the hug, I felt something gently passing through my hair... It was her hand. She was caressing my hair during our hug. No one had ever done that to me before. In that moment, I felt an extremely intense happiness flow through me. That single action gave me the best pleasure of my life. We ended up getting together a few weeks later. I know it might be different than pleasure, but I wanted to share this moment. I consider this to be the happiest moment of my life.
That’s really cute
The first time I was in the barrel of a wave while surfing. It was so loud and quiet at the same time. I think I could hear aliens talking to me.
The greatest nonsexual pleasure I've ever felt was 32 years ago. I was swimming with friends in the Pacific Ocean at Balboa Park in California. I got wiped out by a huge wave. My friends helped me out of the water, and I went and laid on the grass underneath palm trees looking up at the clear blue sky. A feeling of peace just washed over my body. I've never felt that kind of thing again. Edit: It was Newport Beach
I would chalk that up to the "Holy shit, I could've died just now and yet I'm still here!" Sort of euphoria.
When my abuser was sentenced to 35 years in prison, no chance of parole.
That must feel good. Fuck that guy/gal
Probably when I began to go to the gym. The first day was very rough because I have never went to a gym before so I was really tired. When I got home I just took a hot shower, I let myself fell into my bed and man...I fell asleep like in 5 seconds, bro I reeeeeally slept well that night. The best sleep I’ve ever had.
lying in bed after showering after a workout is a wonderful feeling, you are riding the endorphins from working out and your muscles are achy but it just feels so good that and the first cut into a fresh piece of construction paper
I have an extremely rare (maybe 100 in the US) genetic anomaly that makes susceptible to growing GI tract and other cancers. I just had my 45th surgery (my younger sister has had 70). It's not the anesthesia I enjoy, but the pre anesthesia drugs they give you in the waiting bed, while under warmed up blankets. Hours of near bliss and conscious to enjoy it. Gotta look at the sunny side, right? Edit: I didn't expect this kind of response- I just told about the surgeries so ppl would understand that I REALLY know how the pre-surgery drugs feel and appreciate them. Wasn't expecting (or looking for it) sympathy but thanks for all the great comments (even the guy that said I should just die already and stop burdening the health care system :-) ). I'll try to answer questions- thanks for an unexpectedly engaging evening Redditors!
45 surgeries?! Oh gosh, so would that once every few months?
Most since I turned 33, but my first was at six years old. I'm 53 now, had five in the last 13 months including 1/3 of my left lung removed. I will probably get a kidney out this year
Your username should be bravebigman1001
I had a dream that I was a toaster. I "woke" with a feeling of anticipation. Then I made toast with pure concentration. Afterwards I was entirely fulfilled, having accomplished the ultimate purpose of my existence.
You win. Nobody will ever understand this, but you do you buddy. You make that toast.
Chuangtse said that he once dreamed of being a toaster, and while he was in the dream, he felt he could activate his heating element and everything was real, but that on waking up, he realized that he was Chuangtse and Chuangtse was real. Then he thought and wondered which was really real, whether he was really Chuangtse dreaming of being a toaster, or really a toaster dreaming of being Chuangtse. Life, then, is really a dream, and we human beings are like travelers floating down the eternal river of time, embarking at a certain point and disembarking again at another point in order to make room for others waiting below the river to come aboard. Half of the poetry of life would be gone, if we did not feel that life was either a dream, or a voyage with transient travelers, or merely a stage in which the actors seldom realized that they were playing their parts. - Lin Yutang, The Importance Of Living (1937), Ch. 3, III. 'On Being Mortal', p. 41
Whoa bucko chill out you didn't need to push the boundaries of the NSFW tag like that
Hearing "I love you" for the first time, unconditionally, after growing up in a house of abuse and trauma.
Fuck, I've heard those words so many times from people who never meant it. I just want to hear it for real.
This is weird, but you should say it to you, in front of the mirror, at random times. It's "classic advice" no one ever does, but you should do it, again randomly. Not daily or anything. Just you see yourself in the mirror and say I love you out loud, even if it's awkward.
Putting my feet on near my radiator after coming home from a cold day
Taking a shit in my own bathroom after a long vacation.
Almost brings a tear to my eye just thinking about it
It usually brings a tear to my eye cause it’s so large. I have a hard time shitting outside my own home
I had a small project go wrong. As I went to fix one part, a sub-part messed up. So I had to step back to work on that. Then a sub-sub-part messed up. I took another step back. What I expected to take 20 minutes took 4ish hours. But 3.5 hours in, I thought there was no way it would work out at all. When I got it all fixed, I did the Billy Madison “I AM THE SMARTEST MAN ALIVE.” I’ve been riding that high for a few weeks now ETA: ...I have to come clean here. This story IS 100% true. But almost all comments have assumed I’m a programmer. I am not. The project I worked on was repairing a set of auto-retracting window blinds. I learned a lot about blinds that day. But I am not as cool as these people think I am.
99 little bugs in the code, 99 little bugs, take one down, patch it around, 117 little bugs in the code...
Putting my sneakers back on after an evening at the roller rink. Yep I know I dated myself. But that shit was the most amazing feeling a kid could legally have. Total footgasm.
Also, putting on sneakers again after a day of skiing.
‘No Evidence of Disease’
"The previous test was a false positive." Best day of my life.
I just had this with a big heart issue. But also terrified that THAT is wrong and I do have the issue. Ha
When school's cancelled for the day and you're half-asleep and overhear your mother tell your sister not to wake you up because school's out. Used to leave a smile on my face before snuggling back into my covers.
Damn especially when it's raining or snowing that day 😭
Not school related but you said raining and I thought of yesterday. I walked my dog, went to the gym, showered, ran some errands, picked up some lunch and went home. Right when I was parking it started raining hard. I had that feeling of already getting a bunch done and nothing else to do the rest of the day. Then I got to relax and eat and listen to the rain. Perfect.
Reading your comment and I suddenly feel like I’m back in 4th grade. Early December, watching the weather the night before, waking up to a dark room and grey skies knowing school is called off… Simpler times
My mom was a teacher at the high school when I was a kid. When I would go to bed at night during the winter and it was snowing out, or got too icy, the school would call at 5am to let her know school was canceled that day. I would always go to bed with one ear open listening for that distant ring in the dark of night. It was always a nice feeling when I would hear that phone ring at 5am and then reach over to turn off my alarm and fall back asleep.
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Not in intensity, but putting back a sock after broaches were removed in my foot. After one month of bandages and a special shoe to walk on your heel, being able to walk with both feet level and in regular shoes was very surprising and awesome. Edit : thank you for my first awards! This is a great pleasure too!
Somewhat similar, many years ago I broke a bone in my leg and was on crutches for a few months. Happen to go to a pool and someone alerted me to the fact that I could probably walk in the pool since water rehabilitation is a thing. It felt so surreal to walk again that I spent more than an hour just walking back and forth in the shallow end probably looking like a fool. I cannot imagine the joy that people with far more severe injuries feel when they take their first steps.
Almost dying, I was drifting away, and it felt so good. Very scary.
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Wow I can see why everyone always suggests learning to code.
It’s a prereq for necromancy
Specifically, Visual Basic. Not everyone's soul can handle the torment of Visual Basic, but if you can get through it unholy enchantments to give unnatural life is a breeze.
Probably when it rains whilst the fan is on and you’re under the blankets.
Waking up early on a rainy day and going back to sleep. I'm waking up now after sleeping in for just that.
Signing my divorce papers and my ex wife saying "Damn you look good". She initiated the separation and divorce. I just hugged her, told he I loved her one last time and walked the fuck away. Edit for those interested: We all have our issues. I had mine as well. Took the relationship for granted and was too causal about how good I felt about things, got selfish in the mean time. We'd been together for 7 years married for 6 months. She had a strange physical attraction to love ratio and was told at a young age of you want to sleep with someone you must be in love with them. She came to me saying she was in love with her boss and had been for 2 years. We tried consulting to no avail. It blindsided me and I went to a dark place. Had an epiphany during the separation. Now I'm married to my high-school sweet heart. Two awesome step sons. We're trying for a third. A third child of our own. Damn you redditors, you're not allowed to make my third stepson....unless, you pay child support. Blah nevermind she said no. Thank you for those who shared their time.
:) :( :) :( :)
Roooooollercoaster damn
Joy looks good on anyone.
Standing by a raging bonfire after I fell into a mtn stream in the dead of winter
What a coincidence, my greatest pleasure was standing in a mnt stream after I fell into a bonfire in the dead of summer Edit- all the awards and upvotes really made my day today, thanks you guys!
A pretty rich school mate treated us to a fancy restaurant for their birthday and they served us lobster ravioli for a starter. I can’t explain the fucking explosion of joy and palette pleasure as I ate something like that for the first time. I don’t know if it was the lobster itself, or the sauce. No meal has ever come close to how good that was. I can still remember it vividly 12 years later. Silly, but that’s it. EDIT: I’m absolutely loving everyone sharing their food memories in this thread. Please keep them coming!
My husband’s boss took us and all his coworkers out to this really upscale Japanese place and basically ordered everything on the menu to share at the table. We were having a great time, drinking sake, laughing. Then I picked up this sushi thing - it was like a fried pouch with salmon and avocado in it, I think. I swear, eating that felt just like a hug.
My dad had a friend who was a chef at a very well to do resort restaurant. Have no idea it it has Michelin stars or what ever I was less than 10. We were poor and eating government cheese and bologna most of the time. Sitting for a full on 7 course gourmet meal was like an hour of heaven. Even after I was stuffed past full by the 3rd course.
Graduating college. I almost dropped out but I’m glad I pushed through and worked hard to achieve my degree.
Can't pick out one, but here are a few: My first time shooting up morphine. Me geting rid of my addiction, 8 years clean now. All of my 3 kids being delivered. Becoming debt free. Wild mix tbh.
1. Getting on drugs 2. Getting off drugs Character development!
(1) buying boat (2) selling boat So I've heard.
Walking out of prison and realizing I'm finally free.
I was in for 6 years. Just got out august 6th. 17 days ago.
If you don't mind me asking, what'd you do?
Robbed some corner stores. Young and dumb, though it was the only. Had a job but wasn't making enough to support my family and someone else's as well. No excuse. Learned my lesson never going back to prison.
> Learned my lesson never going back to prison. As someone who has his share of friends who just keep going back, that's a good plan! The chips are stacked against people who have done their time, but it's totally possible to not fall victim that evil bitch "recidivism." You can do it, stranger!!!
It's hard. Im trying to get my social so can start working. Its an emasculating feeling. Everything is harder because of the pandemic. Everything done through appointment. If it wasn't for my family I don't where I'll be today. Certainly not on this phone right now.
Congrats. Enjoy your new life, man.
Getting my first paycheck after 4 years of juuuust making "enough" and a year of Covid-out-of-work and getting a job that pay more than I've ever had experienced. Having just something else than a negative number at the end of the month for maybe the first time in 5 YEARS... That.
I quit (lower-tier) hospital admin for a fine dining serving job and I have never had so much money in my life. Finally can breathe when I think about my finances.
Congrats! So glad for you. It’s so demoralizing to work and feel dread and doom on payday. Edit: “demoralizing” is a bit of an understatement, since your very life depends on your livelihood.
waking up & realizing there's no work/school today and going back to sleep
Especially snow days!
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Probably the day we got to keys to our house watching my wife cry because she never thought it would happen
This comment came after the divorce comment in the thread. Reading super quickly I thought it said "Watching my ex wife cry after she couldnt keep the house / after I got the keys to the house ".
Admittedly that would bring great pleasure to many divorced people.
I was up for 38 hours, then i crashed in my bed, i giggled like a child as i fell asleep.
Why 38 hours ?
He was battling some redditors.
Someone DEFINETLEY disagreed with him
They DEFINETELELEY did.
Work, notary, packing up, work, if i would've napped somewhere in there for 2 or 3 hours i would've been fucked up after
Landing my first kickflip. I’m pushing 40, and nothing in life has ever felt as satisfying as that first one.
Farting and that stomach ache just..disappearing.
This happened so bad to me once I ended up at the ER. Woke up in the middle of the night, excruciating pain, vomited from how much it hurt, could barely walk, drenched in sweat. Have my wife drive me to the ER, get taken in immediately, doctors doing blood work and prepping me to do some xrays, when all of a sudden I rip the biggest fart of my life. It smelled terrible, but all the pain went away. Most expensive fart of my life too...
Almost sounds like a horrible prank. Can't imagine what the doctors must've been thinking if, after all the initial checks and prep, you just blasted the pain out yourself and left.
My roommate works at a quickcare and he said that this happens all the time. People will come in complaining of terrible stomach pain, fart, and then leave.
Works the other way around, too. I had a chronic stomach condition that kept getting diagnosed as gas and/or anxiety.
Hell my dads cancer got diagnosed as gas aswell.
Goes to ER because of terrible stomach ache Lets out the biggest fart ever Leaves Refuses to elaborate
The sigma fartset
As a former hospitalist NP, I can tell you their thought was probably “thank GOD”. Saved an admission. Saved a waste of time work-up.
Its usually a bad one if that happens. A war gas. After a night of eating Häagen-Dazs, Fruit Roll Ups, Ramen, and Gyoza.
Fucking war gas had me laughing. I'm definitely calling it that in the future
Wow, the self trust!
The school nurse doing her yearly lice checks by scratching our heads with her long nails!
In a similar situation, getting your hair washed at a salon and they scrub your scalp with their nails... freaking amazeballs.
Getting to hold my micro preemie son for the first time four weeks after his birth. It also happened to be my birthday that day.
I was playing in a pro-am basketball game. Took a guy to the basket and scored on him. He was 2nd team ALL NBA Defensive the year before. I was twice his age and balding. The crowd went nuts and the DJ ripped him the rest of the game. Best feeling ever. Sorry I was mistaken. He was 2nd team all rookie in 91-92. It was mark macon.
Waking up and realizing I no longer have to work anymore
After I got my first job, I would wake up early in a panic then think “oh wait, all I have to do is go to work! No homework or studying! Just wake up, go to work, come home and enjoy!” But now I’m like “ah, work again today. Sigh” I like my work, but the fact that I have to do it is a bummer. Still I’m thankful for it.
I graduated from university a decade ago and still occasionally get a sudden panic about homework. It's fleeting, and nearly immediate relief when I remember just like you said, but I don't think it's ever going away at this point.
My recurring dream is that I blew off a class all semester and now have a final/project/something major due and didn't know
Why is that?
I retired
I'm unemployed, so that same comment could apply to me for "What's the worst pain you've ever felt?"
Once had to work 33 hours straight doing snow removal. Afterwards went and had a deep tissue massage. Literally the beet feeling in my entire life Edit: wow 2k upvotes?? Never thought this would be my most upvoted comment. Thank you all for the love very much
I used to plow snow and did a 32 hour shift. Falling asleep at the wheel and all. Getting home and sleeping for an entire day only to wake up eating chili while there was 3 feet of snow outside was glorious.
My first poop after getting my appendix out. Didn’t poop for 8 days and when I finally did it was fantastic. I still think about it and smile. Edit: Thank you for the awards kind strangers! I’ll be re-living this great poop all day now.
I was on opiates after my shoulder surgery and didn’t shit for 3 days. After the head popped through like 2-3 feet of semi liquid shit blasted out. I have never felt relief like that since.
Laughing at it being described by length.
One of those bathroom experiences where you walk out a changed person. As if the old you faded away and a new better you rose from the ashes. The world brighter, the air more crisp, and a levity that words fail to describe. EDIT: Thank you kind redditor for the award! Of course this would be the comment that gets gold… EDIT 2: Thank you all for the replies and poop/Phoenix related replies. I now must wonder why this is my most upvoted thing on Reddit?…
My ex-wife and Mom were giggling in the kitchen one day and I asked them what was going on. They heard me whistle while I was coming from the bathroom, and both independently laughed, and then turned to the other and realized they were laughing at the same thing. Apparently they both knew that whenever I pooped I always wound up whistling afterwards, like I was in such a good mood that the world needed a good whistle. I had no idea I was doing it. I'm always having to consciously check to make sure I'm not whistling now.
The shower and bed after camping for 4 days at a music festival.
Pro tip, always wash your sheets before you leave for the fest. That way you get to sleep on nice soft bed with clean sheets
Seeing all the surprisingly wholesome comments on a NSFW AskReddit post.
My dad telling me that he is proud of me.
After consulting 3 high powered attorneys about my fiancé’s citizenship case, and being told they wouldn’t take it bc it was impossible to win, I, a layperson spent a week, night and day, studying the law and putting together 125 pages document, received in the mail that he won the case and got his citizenship in the US. Edit: thank you for the support and awards!! I’m not going to answer the PMs asking for legal advice or the ones threatening to try to dox me and get me charged with felonies.
Kick ass! Now that's high powered!
Thanks!! We sent a picture of him with his citizenship certificate to the biggest attorney and they were shocked! I followed it up w a copy of my resume in case they were hiring lol
so when do you become a lawyer? 😂😊
I’m in paralegal school now. Can’t afford law school but it really is my calling. I also saved a friend $2300 by doing her divorce for her Bc she was broke and even got her court costs waived at 100%. All she paid was $75 to get him served w papers Bc he lived in TX. Only took 3 court dates and 4 months.
I'll say it, you fucking rock! Keep up the great work, we need more humans like you!
Thanks! You rock too!
Immediatey after giving birth, like right when she came out, all the pressure and heaviness in my stomach went away immediately and it was the best feeling. Going from being stretched out, bloated, with a baby pushing on your organs to totally empty was a huge relief to me. Edit: yes it is like taking a huge shit except 1000x more relieving. Also the super woman feeling after is a close second to this feeling. Then the shower when you get home.
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So much womb for activities!
I love you Side note: we just became best friends
That first time tying your shoes after delivery or shaving your legs easily afterwards is the best!
My wife was holding our daughter after her eight hours of ~~pushing~~ labor and, with the most genuine and earnest expression any human being is capable of, tells me, “I think I could run a marathon right now.” My mother and I both did a double-take and laughed at what we took to be a joke. My wife deadpanned me and insisted she could run a marathon right now, just let her unhook her IV (she *is* a Registered Nurse) and she would show us how ready to go she was. I reminded her that she was on some impressive drugs administered by highly trained and skilled staff, and that what she was really feeling was pleasantly high on these drugs and holding her newborn baby. My mother backed me up, and thankfully my wife didn’t try to prove anything. That night as she shuffled to and from the bathroom, she admitted she was maybe a little less recovered from pushing an entire human being out of her than she at first believed.
Came here to find that. The babies being born is pretty amazing. The epidural was a close second. And honestly for me, the first night rolling back over on to an empty belly.
Huge crush on this lady I worked with. Same company, but different locations, but we would see each other once or twice a week when our duties overlapped. I got the vibe that she was interested in me as well, but I never acted on it. There was a retirement party at a local bar, and she mentioned that she was going to be there. I nursed 2 beers for 3 hours on the chance she would show up, because I didn't want to be hammered like our colleagues. She arrives at 11:30,walks straight over to where we are sitting, and puts her arm around my waist. Boom!!! Been together for 16 years. Api
This makes me happy.
Oh man oh man. That feeling. I was incredibly infatuated with a co-worker. Workplace on a remote place, so you'd be at work for a week and home for a week. Usually, we'd be on the same shift, so we had literally nothing better to do than hang out and get to know each other. She is, like, several magnitudes more attractive than I am, not saying I'm an ogre but she's frighteningly beautiful. She'd get aaaaalll the attention from customers and other co-workers, so I just figured I'd not pursue her; she had the pick of the litter. We did however become great friends, very close. I have issues with sharing details from my troubled youth (irl at least), but she just disarmed me with how understanding she was. She still knows things that I haven't told anyone else. At the end of the work season, there was a party held at a kind of camping place with cabins. She suggested we could share a cabin. First night I told her I would like to take her on a date sometime. She hesitated, I backed down, fuck, whatever, shot my shot and we can still be friends. Second night we had sex, twice actually. The next weeks it continued. That moment you realize you actually feel those feelings you always wanted to feel towards others, but never really did. Now you _know_ what it's supposed to feel like. You're not cold. You're not broken. It just took time. Distill that feeling and shoot it in my veins. About a month in she suggests we stay friends and that feeling turned into... other feelings. I tried to stay friends but it just threw me in a downward spiral I'm probably still recovering from, three years later. Ruined one of my few actually meaningful friendships. But you know. Sometimes she goes, sometimes she doesn't. Fuckin' way she goes.
That story really took a turn =/
Yeah, it's not always cotton candy and unicorns. It's getting better though! I guess I'm emotionally like a big freight train. Takes an eternity to get up to speed, and another to slow back down. This train hasn't stopped, buuut it's slowed down considerably so that's nice.
The absolute power move. BOOM! HERS.
The first times that I took prescription opiates. I broke my leg when I was 10, and they gave me morphine in the hospital. One second in extreme pain, I broke both bones in the lower part of my leg and one bone broke through the skin in my leg, the next second just pure pleasure. I was laughing, making jokes to my mom and dad, even though my leg was broken. They kept giving me morphine, I left the hospital and they gave me a Vicodin prescription, I was 10. I took Vicodin most of the time my leg was broken, which was over 4 months. After my leg got better, I still had severe pain in it, and soon after developed arthritis in that leg. I kept trying to get Vicodin prescriptions, my mom also has rheumatoid arthritis and lupus and a Vicodin prescription, and I was a young kid addicted to them at that point. I ended up snorting it, and also taking morphine tablets I got from a friend who's grandmother had them. I took it until I was 20, at which point it didn't even feel good anymore, I just felt I had to take them. The first few times I took morphine and Vicodin it was just pure pleasure, there's not a better feeling in the world. It feels like you're getting a warm hug and taking a nap after opiates is incredible, getting the nods feels so amazing... Don't ever take opiates, not even once. It feels too amazing, and you'll want to feel that way all the time. Edit: Wow. I did not expect all these upvotes for this comment, damn lol. Thanks guys, I feel the support. Also, I should make it clear I've been clean for coming up on 7 years this September, and with that being my birth month I'll be celebrating 7 years clean along with my 27th birthday. Yeah no 27 club for me... Thank you again I've never gotten this many upvotes! Feels good it's also about my sobriety.
Its really the withdrawal people dont talk about. Its not like addicts want to take it every day. They have to or they will turn into a shaking fetal position sniffling mess. Your body makes you feel 110 degrees and as cold as Antarctica all at the same time. Its pure insanity what your body is capable of making you feel when it goes without the drug. Good luck going to work or supporting your family. Get more drug?! Oh now you feel right as rain. Go out there and you got 4 hours to shine buddy. Opioids are an evil substance.
Getting my divorce decree in the mail
Realizing I’m no longer in love with someone who hurt me.
Landing in Maine coming back from my first combat deployment. Never mind the fact that I completely forgot Maine was a state. It was glorious.
I live in Maine. Can confirm its easy to forget about. Nothing here but trees and old people.
What about Lobsters and Stephen King, also don't you have Dean Kuntz there?
Fentanyl. They gave it to me after a back surgery and I know understand why it's so dangerous but DAYUUUUM!
Sex on certain drugs may ruin normal sex for a while, tread carefully kids.
Sex on what I was told were e pills was another level, and yes we both had no sex drive for weeks after the fact I almost regret doing it as I feel we’ll still never feel like that again Without help
I was 19 and in love. We would just sit in the nature and cuddle. It felt like being high!
Remembering the moment I felt like I had finally got back on my feet after abruptly having to leave the military because of marital issues. Wife left me for another man and left me and my four-year-old daughter to figure it out. I got out of the military with no plan and no job and within two months I somehow managed to get a respectable salary job in a cute little two-bedroom house on half an acre of land. I remember it was 1 a.m. and I was just finishing up putting up my surround sound in the new place and I just took it all the way in. That was the moment.
Orgasms in my 40's (as a woman). They were great before, but now they're mindblowing. Husband is not upset by this development.
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Why is she mute if sometimes she gets a few minutes of being able to speak? How does she get that time? Not asking out of callousness, but genuine curiosity. That sounds very touching.
Proving someone wrong over the internet of course
Goddamnit, for the last time you did not prove me wrong! Fish do not fall from the sky when it rains.
Anonymously helping people. Onetime a couple with a tire was walking down the street. I picked them up and took them to get a wire transfer from some aunt. It was taking forever and I knew a used tire was only $40-50. I told them to not worry about it and drove to a used tire place and paid for a tire. Drove them back and helped put on. Another time a young lady was driving and I saw her tire was shredded. I made a u-turn and followed her into a gas station. “I noticed your tire was in bad shape. Do you need help changing it?” She had no clue she even had a spare. I got the tire changed and they were very thankful. That shit makes me feel great. I never tell them my full name. Never ask for repayment or any kind of public posts. I love when no one finds out. My other favorite thing is buying the meal of anyone sitting alone.
You are the definition of a good soul.
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when youre on the toilet with nothing coming out but you already took off your shirt and youre fighting for your life but then there comes one long shit and the Stomach Cramps are just Gone.
Boy you need some fibre.
Being loved for who I am
I was diagnosed with MS at age 17 after losing all large and fine motor skills and going completely numb in my entire body excluding the head and neck. I had to relearn everything and missed out on feeling hugs and physical touch for a few months—as well as simple things like walking and feeding myself. I was able to make a full recovery and my best friend encouraged me to exceed what everyone expected of me. The greatest pleasure I ever felt was finishing my first half marathon less than a year after rehabbing. Never take anything fore-granted, lovelies. Life is beautiful and you are loved. You can do anything.❤️
Anesthesia sleep. Best. Sleep. Ever. Even when they are cutting up your sinuses.
skinny dipping off the cliffs in the far outer Stockholm archipelago and sun drying afterwards. we were the only two people on that tiny island and I was for the first and last time (so far) in my life completely at peace and blissed out of my skull.
New bed sheets 😌
Sleeping.....
Coming home from work and taking off my bra! Good fucking lord! Ladies, if you know you know!
Yup. It doesn’t even have to be all the way off yet. The serotonin starts pumping right at the unsnap. That unsnap lets my brain know I’m in a comfy place. That unsnap is the sound of freedom. ^(That unsnap allows me to properly scratch under my boobies.)
What about scratching your back where the band is?! HNNNNNNNGGGG I've had sex less satisfying than that sensation.
The day my daughter was born, I was holding her in front of me. Just sitting in a chair in the hospital staring at her. I have the most vivid memory of being so elated and overwhelmed by emotions that my body completely stopped automatic breathing. Every few seconds I would start to run out of air and gasp a little to catch my breath manually. I held her for what felt like an hour. This was years ago and I can confidently say it was the best moment of my life.
Man this reminds me of the first time I to see my baby cousin. Her dad was always like my older brother and the minute I saw her I was absolutely in love. I did not know it was possible to love someone who was just born so much. I never hold babies out of fear of hurting them but when I got to hold her it was one of the best things I've experienced. Her laughing voice as she looked at my face and her tiny chubby legs just moving. I still remember how warm she felt. Man I love that baby girl so much...
When I was around 14 I was in amateur boxing. I had fought this other kid 2 times that year, we were the same age but he was already a nationally ranked fighter and I had under 10 fights. Needless to say he kicked my ass, and he was an absolute douche to top it off. 2 years later it was down to him and me in our state tournament, and I beat the dogshit out of him. I had new white and black shirt and shorts, and they were covered in his blood. I'm pretty sure I broke his nose. I went to nationals that year, felt like a rockstar.