So the long story short is, I almost died in May.

So around the 5th of May, I suffered the mother of all stomachaches, and I ended up vomiting at least a dozen times over the course of 7 hours. By the end of it, I was in extreme agony, and I made a choice between sleeping it off or getting hospitalized. I chose to get hospitalized.

I later learned how that was the right choice, because what I suffered was gallstone-induced acute necrotizing pancreatitis, and part of the organ had died off. Had I tried to sleep it off, I may not have woken up...ever.

I stayed in the hospital for 12 days while they put me on an aggressive antibiotics course, and monitored my heart rate, which peaked at around 144 bpm....yeah. It took a long time to finally recover.

Later on, they put a stent in my stomach wall to drain the biggest pseudocyst that had formed out of the dead organ and bacteria debris. And that stayed on for a couple of months, which made eating a bit difficult for a while. When they finally removed the stent, I ended up vomiting several times over the course of 3 days and was hospitalized on September 8th for a week.

I am still recovering from that.