I woke up from surgery in the recovery room to the sound of my voice screaming, gasping for breath, tears already running down my cheeks...
The first thing I remember hearing was the staff discussing my Demerol shots...they just kept pushing them into my IV until I shut up.
My torso felt like it was on FIRE, like it had exploded, burning pain to the point I couldn’t speak.
After enough Demerol shots, I shut up, because although I still felt the same excruciating pain, I no longer cared. I was at a mental point where, yeah, it hurt like nothing I’d ever felt before, but, so what. No more screaming.
I can’t imagine that a trip to my local fast food joint could satiate extreme physical pain the same way as an opioid, but maybe it is the equivalent for mental pain?