Sheer luck plays a big part in these things. Seven years ago I began to feel quite bilious and unbelievably short of breath. I knew something was wrong and asked Celia to call the emergency services. She was still talking to the operator when the ambulance guys knocked on the front door. It so happened they were on their way back to base after a false call and 50 yards away from us at the top of the road.
In hospital and on a ward within half an hour and I collapsed again but the crash team did their miracles. Thanks to a miraculous NHS I was saved and now inflicting myself on you.
To set some minds at rest I can attest there was no pain, just that awful bilious sensation. Frankly, I've had worse when as a youngster I had imbibed a tad too much Greenhall and Whitley bitter. If that's how I go then I can think of worse. Those you leave behind suffer the pain, I feel for them.
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