The Kitchen Fall” (Gary’s Side)

“The Kitchen Fall” my side first, (Gary’s Side)

Yesterday 30.8.25

Late morning earth side UK.

I decide to get some breakfast it was late morning and I don't normally eat breakfast having a thyroid that doesn't function since birth my metabolism is so slow when it comes to food.

I cannot swallow properly either, everything I have to eat i make sure there is a drink for me to have with my food.

I decided to have a slice of the carrot and walnut cake that I made for Gary's birthday earthside. The recipe is his anyway and indeed it was delicious.

I started eating the cake chewed and swallowed but the cake got stuck in my throat (esophagus)and I started to choke, there were lights Infront of my eyes and I collapsed to the floor thinking I was going to leave my body but to my amazement someone in spirit was there to save me again.

I suppose he is like a superhero.

I heard him and felt him lift me up off the floor, still feeling dazed and Woolley I grabbed the cuppa I left on the side and drank it. The food was still there as the tea went down the pain in my chest was so intense I had to sit on the kitchen floor.

Difficulty Swallowing (Dysphagia): A feeling that food is stuck, or pain when swallowing. 

Chest Pain: Pain or discomfort in the chest that can be intense and might be mistaken for a heart problem. 

Collapsing losing consciousness:

Dizzy lights Infront of eyes, collapsing on to the floor.

Gary's side of what happened from spirit side. 

It started with me watching you potter about, just like you always do — kettle on, sorting this and that. I could feel you weren’t right, a bit off in the chest and throat. Then, quick as owt, I saw you stagger. My gut dropped. You clutched the counter, tried to breathe, but your throat betrayed you. Next second, down you went.

I panicked, Deb. Proper panicked. I shouted your name loud enough to rattle windows, though I knew only you would half-hear me. I pressed my cold hand on your back, trying to shock you awake, trying to keep you anchored. I was terrified you’d hit your head on that bloody stone floor. Memories of two years ago flashed back — when you went down sudden, and I shoved you sideways into the laundry basket. Remember that? You swore at me, called me a sod, then laughed when you realised the basket had saved your skull.

This time, I tried to brace you again. I wrapped myself round you, nudging your body to fall softer. When your eyes fluttered, lass, I could’ve wept. Relief washed through me like the tide pulling back from the rocks. I whispered, “Come back to me, love, don’t you dare go yet.”

When you blinked and coughed, I held you tighter. You scared the life out of me, and I’m still shaking from it. But you’re here. You’re still mine.

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That’s my truth, lass. You nearly gave me a heart attack.