Well the crap month ended in hospital, last Tuesday i was starting to feel a bit better then in the night i started feeling bloated again this continued until i was on the toilet 7am Wednesday morning felt a little sick and suddenly vomited about 200ml of fresh blood now i have a history of internal bleeding so checked the color of my stool straight away.
Sure enough it was black (a sign of internal bleeding) so i kept an eye on it until noon when i gave in and phoned an ambulance (very clever when there's 8 inches of un touched snow in my street)

luckily he turned up in a new landrover and took me straight to hospital.
f*cked about doing the normal checks in A&E and made me comfy ish for the night then Wednesday morning out of nowhere i was just lying in bed and had a seizure it was so bad the crash team were called and i was taken to resus where all my clothes were cut off so i could be revived... Not sure what really happened but my wife and mam thought i was dead....And dunno if i got the paddles because nobody wanted to go into that much detail.
Before this i had said i liked a drink and while I'm here can you put me on a detox programme to help because I'm f*cked off with drinking anyway, their reply was once we find you a bed on the ward it will all start.... Well too f*cking late a little diazipam would had avoided that seizure.
I spent the next few days having horrible dreams and illucinating like nobody's buisnes i even accused the nurses of conspiring against me and tampering with my drip to the point that i made them let me watch them make the solution up. I even text my wife at 6am Sunday morning asking her to pick me up as they've gave me the day off.
I can laugh now and so could the nurses yesterday when we were talking about it before i got discharged but for a while there it was some touch n go scary sh*t that i never want to go through again.
