IAMA guy who endured reconstructive surgery *without* pain meds and completely unable to sleep for 7 full days. AMA
So the basic story: I lost a lot of weight after high school. I lost around 60lbs in under 4 months by eating 1 meal a day and running successively more every day. Got up to around 4mi/day before I got stress fractures, but that's a different story. After loosing the weight I noticed that I still had manboobs. So I went to the doctor who told me that the condition was permanent and my only options were living the rest of my life with gynecomastia or getting surgery. I was underage at the time and my mom had a bunch of problems.
Ordinarily she wouldn't let me leave the house except for school (severe OCD), but for some reason she allowed me to get the surgery. This should have been my first clue that something was wrong, and I should have waited until I was out of the house. But I was a dumbass and went along with it.
I get the surgery. Long story short, I never received any painkillers. My mom was getting high off the vicodin. Meanwhile I'm just lying down on the floor perfectly still and trying to avoid moving. Every time you move it feels as if the skin on your chest is ripping off of your muscle. This is problematic because the act of falling asleep involves relaxing and moving around slightly. If you are focused on remaining still, you can't fall asleep. And every time you begin to relax, your muscles relax and you get a little jolt of pain. So it continued like this for at least 6 (probably 7) days. I was able to walk around and get up to get food/water, but just couldn't sleep.
Eventually I started hearing noises that I wasn't sure were real. At first just during the night and then during the day. For instance, I would hear a bang every time I moved and felt a jolt of pain. During the day I would just stare at bright lightbulbs for hours, not thinking at all. It was actually rather peaceful. During the night I would see more bright points of light and I would watch them dance around - this was not so peaceful, and eventually became infuriating. I don't remember much toward the end, though. I assume I eventually just lost consciousness. When I woke up (2 days later) I wasn't in as much pain and my story pretty much ends there.
So yeah, feel free to ask me whatever. I can provide proof of the surgery if necessary, but as far as the sleep shit, there's not really any way for me to prove it unfortunately =\