I had abdominal surgery back in 1979 and they had me in my hospital room when I started waking up as two nurses, one on each side, were doing their damnest to wrestle these surgery hose over each of my legs (has something to do with preventing bloodclots I think). Anyway I'm coming to, but still have my eyes closed and I see in my head this big red wave of pain just come sweeping over my body, pain like I never felt before or since, with these two nurses just yanking and tugging on these hose like they were putting a too-small girdle on a fat woman. I'm lying there feeling like a turkey's wishbone, groaning and saying "ohhh, ohh." I hear someone in the room say, "He's waking up."
And one of the nurses who's submitting me to sick-at-my-stomach pain with ever yank on those hose, says, "Oh, no, he's still out. He can't feel a thing." At which time I say, "The hell I can't! Get the fug away from me!!!"
As bad as the pain was at that moment, it later got much much worse the first time I coughed! Felt like I had just ripped out all the stitches. Later I was talking to my dad about, and he says That ain't nothing!" Seems that the day after he came out of abdominal surgery one time, he sneezed! Man, can you imagine how that would tear at you!
Later my dear ol Mom who always had such strange illusions about me, tells me, "Well, at least I know you're religious because while you were out after surgery, I heard you saying 'Oh, God' Oh, God." Told her, "I wasn't being religious, I just didn't finish the sentence." If saying Oh God is an indication of religion, if she had been outside my apartment some nights, she would have thought I was having a revival in my bedroom!