By comparison, I guess these aren't so bad, but they're the first to pop into my head at the moment . . .
When I was 18, I had my wisdom teeth out. When I was in the recovery room, in and out of consciousness, I felt something like a big balloon inside my mouth, between my gum and cheek. When the nurse came over to check on me, I asked "What's in my mouth?" I thought maybe they had put something in there for some reason. She said, "Huh? Let's see. Open up." I did, and she covered her finger with a tissue or napkin or something and stuck it in my mouth, hooked her finger and removed it. Her whole hand was covered in blood, and she announced, "It's a blood clot." Of course, when she was removing it it broke and filled my entire mouth with blood . . . .
Two years ago, I had to have emergency surgery to remove 18 inches of intestine. The first couple of days after the surgery, there was a tube up my nose and down my throat. The tube lead to the a bottle attached to the wall behind my hospital bed. Luckily, I couldn't see the bottle, and I was too drugged up to turn around to look. Suffice it to say my husband told me it would be a long time before he could ever eat pesto again.
Ok, last one for now. A few years ago, it was a summer day and I had slept a little late. My kids had already gotten up (at least the 2 older ones had) and were downstairs watching TV. I woke up and decided to take a shower. When I got out of the shower, I heard the front door open. I yelled down to my son, asking him why the front door had been opened. He said, "I heard a car pull up and I thought it was Dad." I asked him why on earth he thought his Dad would be coming home at 10:00 in the morning. He said "Well, uh, I called him." I asked him what for. He said, "'Cause the cat brought a dead squirrel into the living room."
I thanked him profusely for being smart enough to call his father home rather than alert me to that one.