So I underwent surgery a couple of weeks ago. Everything went o.k in the morning and I just felt some tickling in my forearm in the afternoon.
That was when the anaesthetics were still being effective. But within half an hour they no longer were powerful and I ended up grinding my teeth, ploughing my bed's sheet with my left leg, snarling and growling, waiting for the 1000mg of paracetamol I had been given to ease my pain. To no avail of course, on this occasion it was as if I had been administered a dose of poudre de perlimpinpin (snake oil).
After I had waited far too long for the paracetamol to act, I eventually called for the nurse who asked me how much I would score on the pain scale from 1 to 10. 4657! I hurled at her, like it would make any difference whether it was 5, 6 or 10... Just relieve me stupid! No, I didn't say that last line to her but she finally understood that I really, really was feeling bad.
T'was like the surge was still working on me live and there was fire inside my forearm. Never before in my life had I felt so much and intense pain for so long. My whole body was wriggling and shaking with pain and she was asking me to give her some bloody number.
Eventually they gave me a shot of morphine and it hardly took one minute before I felt the pain abate. Ten minutes later, everything was nearly back to normal and the situation was under control, save that my body was still convulsing and shaking for minutes. Just that the same story happened the day after and once again I had to wait half an hour in agonizing pains before I could get my second shot of morphine.
And of course I know there are no limits to pain until one becomes mad or dies.
Now, morphine being a derivative from opium I say long live the Afghani! and put an end to this f. war in Afghanistan...