I hear you! My pancreas exploded on the way to Yosemite one fine spring day.
The pain was impressive, and I had the privilege of watching the paramedics working on my body from somewhere near the ceiling.
I don’t count it as a near death experience, but as a OOBE.
Anyway I had the morphine machine too. I’m grateful for the experience, I never really understood how someone could be addicted before that. Now I do.
I’ve had my vices(Cocaine..cough cough...none since 89)...but I hated that stuff. It made me feel like crap. I once got a mainline shot after an incident on a tablesaw busted my left eye like a grape. The nurse gave it as I was standing in front of the doctor and his eye machine...holding my good eye closed...and my head starting to feel the concussion coming on. My wife was on my right holding me up. The instant the nurse dropped the plunger...my mouth filled up from the wrong way...and I had to fight all 3 to get to the hand sink to let it out. I couldn’t talk...they had no idea what the hell I was doing. I was like,”Didn’t you see my jaws blowed up like a puffer fish?” LOL