No-one wants to spend their birthday in agony, let alone in hospital. Yet this is where I find myself on my 29th birthday. You see, I suffer from Chairi Malformation. Basically my brain is falling out the back of my skull, pressing on my spinal column and it can kill me. Even going to the toilet can kill me. Yes you read that right. Anyway, just as I am drifting off to sleep after being dosed up on meds at the hospital a young, sexy looking, male doctor comes in and I find myself suddenly awake. "Mrs Searle" he says in his husky, yet posh accent. "Yes" I reply. "Before we get down to the main bit, can you just confirm your details for me please" I'm looking in his eyes, which I don't normally do as I am a very nervous person and I conform my details, although I have to stop and think and take collection of where I am again. "Thank you for that. I see you have Chiari Malformation. What seems to be the problem this evening?" I slowly begin to explain it is the night of my 29th birthday and I have had a very stressful day, no celebrations, 2 years sober, and find myself in excruciating pain. I start crying as I explain I feel so lost and don't know what else to do as I have taken my normal meds. "Let's give you some morphine and IV paracetamol" he says. His eyes are a lovely blue, so dreamy. I can almost lose myself in those eyes.