12 April 2010
It all started when I went out with my Friends for "pie and a pint" in Leeds one afternoon. Very enjoyed my pie and pint, but remember feeling it would not go down. Felt like my oesophagus was just jammed somehow, frinds were amused when I complained that said pie was "stuck in my oesophagus, pretty soon after I vomitted outside the RC Cathedral of St Anne's, what a disgrace I was for a good Catholic Girl…
