Some detail on this:
Was working away as normal on Wednesday, close to 5pm so just wrapping up for the day. Rachie was upstairs and heard a cry that she could only liken to "Wolves missing a golden chance". Came down to find me completely out of it, eyes rolling into their sockets, unresponsive - I've had a seizure. I'd had one previously in 2011 but they couldn't find any cause then and it had long since been forgotten about.
When I came round I wasn't making any sense (even for me) and didn't recognise Rachie, which obviously upset her, and when the paramedics came, none of my answers to basic questions made any sense. After 30-40 minutes I came back properly round and was obviously a bit shocked and bewildered, but ok - and even talking about the cricket on TV with the paramedics, regaling them with the story of the 2009 T20 World Cup (must have been nice for them).
Two nights in hospital. Staff absolutely superb, facilities less so, fellow patients a bloomin' nightmare, home on Friday afternoon.
Got some follow-up tests to come but I'm ok. I'm going back to work tomorrow, it's not a problem.
Whatever challenges there are to come, I will face them and beat them, you cannot beat a double hard bastard, those are the rules.