Had some skin cancer cut out from the back of my knee, the whole width of the back of my knee, they sown me up and a few days later whilst waiting for the results sent me home without ant pain kills. It was like a red hot poker stuck to the back of my knee. But that wasnt the worst lol.
3 days later I was back in to cut away more skin and a 6"×4' skin craft at the back of the same knee.
It all went well until two days after the graft the two nurses decided to take the bandage of the donnar leg.
If you can imagine skin growing through a gauge and than someone pulling that of. Like when you fall over a graze your hand but this time it's a 6"×4" graze.
I screamed and begged them to stop, my bed was soaking with them squinting water to loosen up the dressing. I swore , I cried, i bent the bar above the bed as i was pulling so hard on it because of the pain.
The next day the surgeon did his rounds and when he saw my new dressing he asked who had done that ?
He went over the the two nurses and ripped them apart he was an army surgeon and didnt hold back. The dressing was not meant to be changed unless gangrene, it was meant to fall of naturally with the scab.
I have never felt pain like that again. Towards the end of the scab coming off the surgeon said he was just going to touch the skin graft. I nearly fainted but he caught me and put on a bed. He said that told him how much pain I must have been in when the nurses changed the dressing because just the thought of someone touching it your brain said 'shut down' lol