I'm writing this as much for me to look back on as for anyone else.
It's not written for sympathy or any other reason than this is what happened and it's a big enough event to make me sit down and type it out at 2am. (original version on DA, will be copied later to MySpak and FarceBook).

Start date, with hindsight probably a month or so before July 15th.
I'd been working my nuts off recently but without getting anywhere, I should have guessed it was leading up to something.

July 15th, 6pm-ish, my last meal.
Well proper meal anyway, my wife is a great cook, but I just can't remember what the meal was.

July 16th. A 16 hour day with an hours walk home in the rain.
Felt weird all day and was definitely acting strange.

July 17th. Pain, big pain. It feels like I've been kicked in the guts and side. I put it down to muscle strain and getting cold and wet on the 16th. I haven't noticed I've stopped eating cos I'm just not hungry.

July 18th-19th. A blur, start to notice somethings really wrong, rested up but the pain just gets worse. Can't sleep for the pain. My wife notices I'm not eating.

July 20th. Things to do, but everything is going wrong. Heart racing, sweating buckets, pain, pain, pain.

July 21st. Finally get to see the Doc. Takes all day to get tests done. Bloods back in a week. No clues to what the hell is happening, symptoms don't quite mesh with anything.

July 22nd AM. Decided to ignore the phone and stay in bed. Wife rushes home when hospital phones her mobile as a last resort to tell me to get my arse back there cos the bloods are in and it's not good.

July 22nd PM. Death Ward, wired up and stuck with tubes but no info.
Alarms keep going off on the monitors I'm on, people rush in, check and re-set, watch me for a bit then leave.
Prod, poke, prod, poke, blood-test blood test, prod, prod, poke, blood-test.
Many doctors, a consultant and no clues. My blood chem is up the wall and my usually strong heart isn't but they don't know why.
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I get properly ill about once a year, I've discovered after keeping this sort of journal. Every 4 or 5 years it's serious. I think this one counts as serious.
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Silence, lack of prodding. a couple more blood tests.
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'Your Bloods, ECG etc. have all gone back to normal, except for the pain and lack of appetite we can not find anything wrong with you. We would like to use a Wait-And-See strategy so we are sending you home. Please book an appointment to see your GP within the next 7 days.'

OK was all I could think to say. I watched 2 people wheel out of that ward dead while I was there and they were sending me home...

July 23rd. Phone call from my doctor (that just does not happen)!
We talk about the day before and how I'm feeling now, and yes I am feeling a little better thanks doc., I'll make an appointment and drop in to see you early next week.

July 26th. My first meal. Pain nearly gone. I live.
WTF happened there?!?