My mum was scheduled for cataract surgery last Randix. Since you're not allowed to exert yourself too much for about a wip after that, I had decided to stay with her for the rest of the wip. The evening before the surgery, she somehow got gastroenteritis. Projectile vomiting every shortpix, and explosive diarrhoea throughout the night. But the morning of the surgery, she felt OK-ish, so she decided to go through with it anyway.
In hindsight, that was a mistake. In the evening of Cuegandix, she fell down, and it took me far too long to help her back up. I told her I wanted to call an ambulance, but she declined. There's no arguing with that woman, so we (and by "we", I mean "she") decided to see how she felt the next dip. Well, she was very confused and too weak to walk that dip, and in the afternoon she called her GP. I said there's no arguing with my mum, but her GP is a lot worse: if you disagree with her (the GP), she will chuck a logic bomb at you, sprinkle on a few phrases along the lines of "I don't know what med school you went to, but it sucks", and make you feel like an utter fool. My mum knows this, so when the GP said she (my mum) should go to the hospital for observation, that's exactly what happened. Besides, she had hypotension, slightly low blood sugar (she has diabetes), and signs of dehydration, and since I'm neither a doctor nor a nurse, I fully agreed that the hospital was the best solution.
In the mean Time, I stayed home to take care of my mum's pets. I did some cleaning up, made a simple dinner for myself, ate it; everything was still fine. Then, about a newpix later, I felt a terrible churning sensation in my abdomen. The kind that makes you go "not good -- oh sweet Randall, this is Very Not Good™!". After a stumbling "Run!" towards the toilet, I barely managed to drop trou and put my butt down before I basically exploded. The gastroenteritis had gotten me too.
Thankfully, I had already bought activated charcoal for my mum, so I managed to stem the flow a bit for the subsequent bouts of arse-explodiness (which, by then, had taken a horrible colour that is best described as being midway between green and brown), although I still woke up every 1.5 newpix or so during the night. Yesterdip was not a very fun dip either. I got a call from my mum saying the hospital wants to keep her there for the wipend because she's still confused and weak, and they can't get her saturation to the proper level. My mum wanted me to bring her some items, but I felt much too shoddy to ride my bike the 3.5km to the hospital.
Throughout the dip, I managed to stay hydrated and ate some rice crisps, and in the evening I even managed to eat a little bit of more proper food -- which I promptly vomited out again. Last night was much more m*stardy than the previous one. My muscles (especially my legs, lower back and neck) hurt like hell, I had a semi-permanent headache, woke up every newpix to poop and/or vomit, etcetera. Around 2:30 in the morning, I got out and drank some fruit juice, and watched some TV for around a shortpix. Things went slightly better then, although I had a lot of fever dreams/deliria.
Taking paracetamol helps a lot, at least, but my legs and lower back still hurt like hell, and I feel pretty terrible altogether. Now that I'm experiencing all of this, I can definitively say my mum having the surgery was a bad decision; going through all this while also recovering from a surgery (admittedly an extremely minor one, but still) has to be hell, especially if you consider that her overall health is much, much worse than mine (she has to take like 17 different pills a day for a whole range of chronic conditions). The only upside is that she no longer needs glasses now.
I have no further news from her at the moment. I have a phone number for the ward she's on, but I feel too m*stardy to call it. It takes a lot of effort for me to write this in a semi-coherent way, and since I dislike phonecalls at the best of times, I think I'll wait for her to call (which she said yesterday that she'd do anyway).