The last time I nearly died because of work, I almost took my intern and unborn twins with me. 

That morning, I had been unable to even drink water without being sick. I pulled myself together and got in the car to drive to an important meeting, carpooling with my intern. About five minutes down the road I asked her to let the team know we were running 15 minutes late. A minute later, the world spun as everything turned to black. 

I’d fainted at the wheel. I’d completely blacked out for about 30 seconds travelling at rush hour. Had I been on time, I’m not sure I’d be writing this as we should have already merged onto the motorway. Even running behind, it was a busy road and Jesus must have taken the wheel as I somehow drove along the edge of the curb and stopped short of a lamppost while still passed out. The only obvious damage was my slashed tires.