My dad and I have spent four hours with my mother in the hospital between Monday and Tuesday. The infection is getting better, but the gastroenteritis lingers - it's going around the hospital in fact.
In the wee hours of last night my dad and I simultaneously came down with the same symptoms of vicious gastroenteritis. Through to about 4 pm we were both incredibly ill with not much to do about it. I've had bugs before but nothing like this. Thinking back, spending that much time in a hospital ward with that bug circulating was a bit crazy, but that's much easier to say with hindsight. As we come up on 14 hours since the first symptoms we are actually doing much better. Still weak, unable to face solid food yet, but definitely better than we were. It has also given us a glimpse into just how awful this must be for my mother, who is trying to cope with this on top of everything else. I think she should have been mentioned in the Queen's New Year's Honours List...
The bug has put the kibosh on visiting for at least today and tomorrow, so I may get to just pop my head in to say goodbye on Friday before I head back to Cambridge to pack for home. We also missed the opportunity to meet a cousin from Australia who we haven't seen since 1962.
Oh well, it certainly makes you feel grateful for good health when you have it...
Happy New Year!
dave
