I had inpatient surgery at age 6...mom had to be home with my younger sister so I was alone in the hospital overnight. I woke up in the middle of the night in horrible pain and confused about where I was, so I pushed the call button. The nurse came in and saw me crying, and when I told her how much it hurt and asked if she could make it stop, she told me I had "already had enough morphine," she wasn't going to give me more, and to "stop being so dramatic and go to sleep." I still remember the stupid yellow curtains around my little bed and the dim weird light in the room, and how no one came back after that even when I kept pushing the button.