Tuesday 19th June 2001 has been recorded in my minds eye forever.
By 8.15am I was talking to a 999 operator. Explaining my symptoms whilst knowing there was something seriously amiss.
The gent on the phone told me that what I was describing to him was one of 2 things: advanced stages of labour or passing a kidney stone. The pain is similar, so he went onto say.
I laughed! There was no chance on earth that I was in labour. I had not missed a period. It must be a kidney stone I told him.
He ordered an ambulance and waited on the phone with me whilst it arrived. I lived close to 3 big London hospitals, so within about 5 minutes, paramedics were coming through my front door.
Taking a glance over at me, the first gent into my living room asked me for my ‘notes’
I had no clue what he was talking about. All I wanted was for the pain to stop. At this time in my life I had already had major spinal surgery, and the pain was worse! I was in tears and starting to get cross at the lack of solution.
The paramedics bundled me into the ambulance, my partner climbed in next to me, and we set off.
The conversation in the back of the ambulance is a bit of blur. The one thing I do remember is the discussion about them being short of time.
Time for what?
I had no idea what they were referring to.