I got really sick, and i thought i was going to die. I ended up in a japanese hospital bed,. And i didn't know why i was there, and i was terrified out of my life. But no, i didn't die. The story is fine. It has a happy ending. So it started, so the story begins, ok, when i'd just finished university. That's where i did my degree - at liverpool. After that,  i lived on cornflakes and baked beans for about three and a half years. Er, and so i wasn't maybe in the best condition. My experience is not like unique or particularly worse than other