Frightened

The thing I want to say, to anybody reading this later: I nearly did not go. I had already talked myself into it being nothing. Please go.

A week of upper abdominal pain. The diary sent him in early, and it was gallstones.

Dizzy standing up, twice, badly enough that I sat down on the pavement. It was dehydration. I had not understood that you can get to that point without noticing.

I need to write this down while it is fresh. Pain that started under my ribs on the right and went round to my back and would not settle for anything. I have never been frightened by my own body in quite that way before.

Rang the out-of-hours service at eleven at night, which I would once have died rather than do. She was completely calm, asked me six questions, and told me to come in.

Noted.