Last October, on the cruise of a lifetime to the Virgin Islands, I woke up in the middle of the night in so much pain I was convinced I was having a heart attack.
Sweating, panicking and miles from land, I staggered to the ship’s medical centre where the on-board doctor examined me.
The pain when she pressed on the upper right side of my abdomen was so intense I let out an ear-piercing scream, and was diagnosed with an inflamed gallbladder.
Of course, I Googled this immediately, and almost vomited with panic, reading that inflammation can lead to a rupture of the
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