Publisher's Synopsis
"In the deep silence of a Thursday night, just after midnight, a simple warm ham and cheese roll spiraled my life into chaos. Assisted by my cab driver, I stumbled into the A&E Room at Chelsea & Westminster Hospital, unbeknownst to me that I was about to face a life-threatening crisis. What started as a minor discomfort soon exploded into a catastrophic ordeal. My stomach had ruptured, spilling its contents violently within me-contents meant for a far less dramatic exit. Over the next few hours, my threshold for pain was not just tested but completely redefined. As I writhed in agony, begging anyone who would listen to render me unconscious, I couldn't help but envy the blissful oblivion of Dexter's victims on Netflix. Caught in the relentless churn of what felt like a washing machine filled with rocks, broken glass, and fish hooks, I reached the nadir of my existence. This is not just the story of how I didn't die, but also how I survived the aftermath of NHS postoperative care-an ordeal perhaps even more daunting than the injury itself."
