Apart from the nausea induced by mainlining morphine (I had a "central line" in my jugular, which also I think also carried wires to my heart to kickstart it if my battery went flat), the morphine, sedatives, and myriad of other chemical cocktails I was on had other tricks up their non-existent sleeves. Hallucinations. Farkingwithmysenses. These will be with me for up to three months. It started with seeing writing on the (not very interesting) hospital ...
After the slicing'n'dicing, I spent some hours in ICU in a drug-induced coma, with a machine doing the breathing for me. I don't remember this bit at all, but my wife and #2MutantSpawn came to visit me, and viewed the antics that ensued when I was fighting for domination over the respirator to see who would do the breathing bit. Once the tubes were out, I was apparently talking (probably complete and utter shite and interacting with the nurses. I do remember the period after this, when I was doped ...