From recent (2 weeks ago) experience, here goes:
Day one: Surgery for inguinal repair at 1330 hrs
Here I go thinking it'll be a quick in-out procedure. I get there get undressed and redressed in the usual nighty they provide you. IV inserted the 1st time around; I think she was a pro or something. I lay there for a couple of hours because my Doc's golf game ran long.
At about 1450 hrs I see my DOC, looks like he had a couple of beers at the 18th, tells me he'll be in and out in about an hour give or take 30 minutes. I say no problem, and then the go-go juice is administered. Wow, things are slowing down and I feel a little fuzzy, but yet it's kind of cool at the same time. I remember the oxygen mask going over my face, lights out......................................
...................I open my eyes and see a nurse walk by, I think fuck I need some pain meds this hurts like a motherfucking 18 wheeler just crushed my nut sack. I can barely speak so I whisper n nu nurs. She finally hears me and says hey dear, I'm glad your awake you've been out for quite some time, she tells me its 6 o'clock (1800hrs). I ask for pain meds and something to drink, man my throat hurts.
O.K., I start to feel a little better after the pain meds course through my system, the nurse say's "do you feel like standing up", trying to be a trooper I say "sure, let's try". Oh yeah, you can imagine how well that went. I looked down and my right testicle was the size of one of those big friggin Florida oranges, but bruised looking in the ugliest way you can imagine. I say to the nurse, I need to pee; a Foley (catheter) wasn't used per my request, so she walks me to the bathroom, and I sit on the pot and try to pee.
MOTHERFUCKER, I piss and it hurts, like no pain I've ever felt before. Looks like someone dumped a 2 gallon bucket of dark red paint, you know with the dried paint skimming on the top. I guess I passed out because I remember seeing stars and hearing a ringing in my ears. It was lots of blood and clots, don't know why, but I suspect the DOC wasn't too gentle inside of me. Anyway, I scream like a bitch cussing the staff and begging for pain meds, "we can't it'll lower your heart rate. I scream fuck my heart give something for the pain or I'll kill all of you. That did the trick, Demerol administered and life was good again. Fast forward to 2200 hrs, I am wheeled out of the surgical center and sent home with worthless instructions.
I get home and start popping Norco, I fall asleep and sleep through the night.
Day 2: I wake up at about 0800hrs and am in pain, my stomach has swollen to the size of a nine month pregnant mother to be. Off to the ER we go, I feel like the oompa loompa's are bouncing on my bladder. We get to the ER after a 45 minute drive through San Antonio, in traffic on shitty roads, ahhhh the good life.
We arrive at the front desk of the ER, insurance card please, meanwhile the Norco isn't working and I feel like I'm about to pull a Monty python and explode. They wheel me to the triage and immediately freak out when I start to pass out, off to see an ER DOC, wow we've never seen this, let's give him some pain meds (something with a D in it, I was in & out dammit) and let's start a Foley. So here I am enlarged right testical getting a tube shoved up my pee hole. After a few hours I looked and felt a lot better, so they removed the cath and released me. But not for long...........
Day 3:
Pretty much a repeat of day 2 minus, a CT, sonogram, X-ray and this time they kept the cath in for 4 days.
2 weeks later, I need pills to pee, my nut looks more like a lemon sized semi bruised version of a male testicle. I can move around and I love taking 20 mg of Norco every 4-6 hours.
Moral of this story is: Surgery is not for pussies!
I got tired of typing and left out a lot of details on the 3rd and consecutive days. But I don't need to tell you the guns were locked for a reason, never, ever, ever, again.