During, but mainly after our holiday in the summer - which was amazing, I started getting cramps in my tummy, a feeling of being full and constipated. I put it down to overindulging on holiday, eating rubbish and drinking too much. My team prescribed laxatives, which helped to some extent, but even after the initial clearout I still wasn’t right. 3 weeks(ish) later, on the 26th August, after starting to throw up black vomit, the lady on the treatment helpline advised me to go to A&E. We phoned 999, and were advised that ambulances were a 6hr wait, and if someone could drive me down, that would be the best course of action. I called David, who was at work and let him know what was going on. Jack was bundled to my friend’s house and my mum drove me to the hospital. A&E was not exactly where I had planned to spend Friday night. It seemed like there were very few people there with actual emergencies, a number of patients were trying to score stronger pain killers - she didn’t ...