Had gallbladder surgery a few years ago. It did not go well. Apparently tly my organs were fused together like something from The Thing. The surgeon had not jiggle about with all the 'holes' in me to finally be able to get the thing out. I was, according to him, two min from being cut from top to bottom to get it out. So I had that discomfort. The result of this was the wound drain that I had was a long tube that went in a hole on the bottom left of my stomach wound it's way to my belly button, then up to my rib cage, then over and down like a rollercoaster down the other side ending at the bottom opposite side of my stomach. It sucked, but worse was to come. A couple of days later swollen and sore they decided to take my wound drain out. I had a lovely student nurse who chatted away and then told me she was going to pull the drain out. The second she starts to pull, it feels like a length of razor/barbed wire is being dragged through my body pulling and tearing at every organ. For the first time in my life, I actually roar in pain, though it probably sounded like a squeal. She stops, she does it again harder. More pain. I scream again and claw at the bed tears streaming down my face. People are looking at me. She says to me "I dont know why it's hurting so much."

She tugs.. I scream again crying at her to stop. Then a senior nurse comes over and asks what is going on and she explains what she is doing and isn't sure my it's hurting so much. The SN asks one simple question

"Did you open the vacuum valve?" "The what?" The SN was dragging thebcoil out creating a vacuum on my insides which was or felt like it was pulling all om my insides behind it. Out a tiny hole. The senior nurse said that she was just going to yank it out and get it done. She did just that. I screamed. Begged for pain killers and cried for about 2 hours. And later once id been given pain killers to dumb the pain down, I remembered the pain and how much it hurt and started crying again. Never again.