Did I forget to tell everybody I have no gall? Gallbladder = gone. Yeah, that was taken out in mid-November of last year. Recovering was a nuisance. The first time in the hospital, I was on morphine for a whole damn week practically. My ability to coherently write fanfic in my head by playing the idea out like a TV cartoon episode (which is how I do it) was completely absent during that first stretch in the hospital, and it took forever to fully recover. I did have some trippy dreams though. Coming down off the morphine withdrawal was a pain, too. One time one of my dreams, which was about Star Trek: Enterprise tried to convince me it was real and that I had to find out which crewmember (Commander Tucker, Captain Archer, Subcommander T'pol, Ensign Mayweather, or Lieutenant Reed) had been "possessed" by an alien AFTER I WOKE UP. Then I woke up and was like OK DREAM THAT'S ENOUGH OF THAT. And I was sweating too. Ugh.
Second time around in the hospital, in mid-November, was, like the first time, from a trip to the emergency room. I had a fever and was throwing up AND PASSING OUT RIGHT AFTER, just like the first time. They found my gallbladder was inflamed (whereas the first time my pancreas was inflamed) and admitted me and put me on intravenous antibiotics. At least this time I got a TV in my "room". I didn't get all the stations I would have access to at home but it was enough. At least this time I only needed morphine directly after surgery, so my imagination wasn't screwed to heck and I could do drawings. However, my fanficcing ability was still rather impaired. That hadn't recovered fully until sometime in late February/early March.
Soooo, the moral of this story? If you're Throwing up, PASSING OUT (during or after) AND got a fever ALL AT ONCE, get your ass to the hospital, pronto.