After geting my Appendix out I was on an IV for fluids as I wasn't allowed to eat or drink for two days after.
I had to have the needle moved from my left hand to the back of my right hand for some reason, then once I was off the fluids they left the needle in but told me they would be back later to remove it.

A while later (I'm a bit fuzzy over times as it was a while back and time seemed to stretch on forever stuck in that ward) the back of my hand started to hurt a bit. I asked a nurse if she could remove the needle as I was off fluids and it was hurting. "No problem" she replies, I'll be right back.

3 hours later and there is still no sign of her and my hand feels like it's being crushed in a vice. I spot another nurse and she agrees to remove it. She nips out and comes back with cotton wool and stuff to clean my hand. She told me it might hurt when she removed it but once she pulled it out the fucking pain was excruciating! I fell to my knees (bear in mind I'd just had my appendix out) and wailed. The back of my hand instantly turned black and blue and I'm not ashamed to say I cried.

The nurse couldn't have been more lovely, she could see it really hurt so she helped me back over to my bed (between the operation and my hand I was a big wobbly mess) and got me to hold cotton wool over the hole in my hand while she organised a plaster.

The back of my hand was black and blue for a fortnight.
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