A year ago, I passed a gallstone.
It wasn’t the first time it had happened, on reflection. On holiday in France, a few years previously, I experienced exactly the same pain, but to a lesser degree. It came and went as quickly as that stone did, but the pain… there are still nightmares about that and will be for some time to come. Even now, I find myself sitting and itching the scar, reminder of the quite indescribable horribleness.
The irony of this, of course, was that a week later I went for a health check and was pronounced to be fitter than had ever been the case at any point in fifty years. I’ll be off to the Gym after I’ve written this, to keep the momentum up and to ensure that I’m as physically capable as possible of whatever life may decide to throw at me today. I still have anxiety attacks though. Yesterday, I threw up in a lay-by after a particularly taxing period of stress. If the problem continues, I’ll be off to the Doctors without a thought.
If you have any concerns about your health, don’t leave them until it is too late.