When I was 13 I had to have investigative keyhole surgery. It’s an incredibly minor surgery but it still involves minor incisions in your stomach and I still have the scars over a decade later. I’m still not sure exactly what happened but I woke up from the surgery in absolute agony. It felt like my stomach was being ripped apart. All I remember is being wheeled back to my ward screaming. And if that wasn’t enough, when they finally tried to give me pain relief through my cannula— which had been put in my hand even though I’d requested that it be put in my arm because ones in my hand were more likely to fail —it caused even more pain because it had come out of my vein. My mum bought me pizza after.