The worst "vacation" ever

Recently, Mamie and I flew to Utah. We had fun with family for 2 1/2 days. Then, early Sunday morning, I woke with severe abdominal pain. I eventually decided it was bad enough that I thought I needed to go to the ER. I started puking once I got there. They did various tests and eventually decided the best thing to do would be to remove my gall bladder. So they removed it on Tuesday the 12th and I was sent home on the 13th. However, I continued to throw up and feel sick and wound up going back in the hospital. They did more tests and came to the conclusion that I had an ileus, which meant that my digestive system was completely not working, it basically didnt' start up again after the surgery, at least that is my understanding. So they put a tube up my nose and made me swallow again and again till they got the tube all the way down. It was horrible. I had to have that tube up my nose and clear down my throat for days and couldn't eat. I felt nauseous most of the time and couldn't sleep. I was on all kinds of meds, and imagined hearing all kinds of things. I had panic attacks. After awhile they had trouble getting blood when they tried to draw it so they had to do a "pick line", which to my understanding, went further in, like, close to the heart or something . Part of the time I was in the ICU, I'm not sure for how long. I had an infection and they were very concerned because I had a fever and my blood pressure was low. I think the white blood cell count was high? The nasty tube down my throat eventually drained all the gross goop it was supposed to drain. And I finally got to go home (to my parents) from the hospital on the 19th. Once there, I still felt nauseous a lot and found it really hard to get myself to eat. Then the next day I had a seizure. I guess I was low on my epilepsy meds from in the hospital. I know I threw up my pills at least once. Sometimes they gave me my meds by IV but other times they tried to have me swallow them. I came back to Oregon on Saturday. I was going to try to wait until I saw the surgeon on Tuesday, but I just really wanted to get back to Wade and Mamie. He had flown out to Utah after I went in the hospital the second time and took Mamie back to Oregon with him the day I got out. I remember one time in the hospital they had wheeled me to another room to have some test. They tried to get me to stand, and I tried but collapsed. Fortunately they were already holding me under my arms. I was so thirsty all the time, especially since one of my anti nausea meds gave me a dry mouth. But I wasn't allowed to even drink while the tube was in. All they would let me do is dip this little sponge thingy in my ice water and suck out a little water. I am not exaggerating when I say the whole experience was very traumatizing.