Woke up at 6am and couldn't get back to sleep, just lying there in bed, one big ball of tension and nausea. Forced myself to get up and go to work, despite wanting to curl up on the sofa and see no-one. Felt vaguely unreal as I drove into work and kept thinking it wouldn't be so terrible if some idiot drove into me and wiped me out. Didn't happen though and I got to work just in time for a short sharp trip to the lavatory. Now I'm sitting here typing this and wishing more than anything that I'd never been born in the first place. Doctors tomorrow morning to see about this stomach thing. Is it an ulcer? Is it cancer? I can see a bad 24 hours or so ahead...