Just over a year ago, I was admitted into hospital with a severe kidney infection due to a large kidney stone making its painful way through my body.
Now, it might surprise some people that I was able to avoid an overnight stay in hospital for 21 years but what can I say? I've always been rather determined to sleep in my own bed.
I'm embarrassed to say I kicked up a huge fuss about staying a night in hospital and was even more upset when they demanded my boyfriend went home because I was staying in a female room and
it would be wrong to let him stay. I look back on it now and think fair enough - but that night, I was hooked up to a drip, scared (if I'm totally honest) and in so much pain.
He might be the only person in the world that keeps me calm.
So eventually, the nurses booted my boyfriend out and I fell into an exhausted sleep fully dressed and determined to be out of there by dawn.
I hate hospitals and this experience definitely made me change my lifestyle so I never got a kidney stone again.
I was awoken in the early hours of the morning, it was still pitch black outside and all the lights were out in the room. Grasping my hand and standing over me was an old man.
He was gazing down at me and gently trying to pull me from my bed. He just kept whispering "My love, I've found you, my love" and "come with me".
At the time, I was absolutely calm - very different to how I was a few hours beforehand. I was filled with this sense of peace and I didn't fear him.
Soon, the nurse arrived and ushered him out, reassuring me that it wouldn't happen again and that I was okay.
I went back to sleep and remembered it like a dream the next day.
In the morning, when I finally awoke to an angry nurse demanding I eat something, I didn't think about it until the old lady in the bed beside me asked me if I was okay.
To which I replied "I'm fine." She went on to tell me she'd been awake when the man came into the room and had called for the nurse herself.
She even went as far as to tell me how brave I as was, which I still don't fully understand. There's no bravery in what I did.
I only have a couple of things to say about the experience as a whole.
I don't ever want to stay in hospital overnight again unless I come out with a baby. I hated every moment of it.
But as for the old man who awoke me - all I felt was sadness. The nurse told me that he was suffering from dementia and he often got up in the middle of the night looking for his late wife.
He found me instead. He meant me no harm and I take comfort in the fact that he found solace in me that night.
That for a single moment our two worlds collided making me realise how insignificant my drama was (staying one night in hospital) compared to this man's. I hope he finds peace one day.
As for me, I'm cutting down on my cheese intake and have stopped being so dramatic.