I stepped into a lift one day and a voice said 'Press D'.
'What's D for?', I asked, instinctively. Looking around, I saw a small speaker set in the steel wall. The voice came from there.
D is for diagnosis', it said. 'Silly. Go on, press it, you ordered the blood test. You can’t back out now.'
Ten months later, I was still stuck in the lift.
'OK, press R' and you’re out of here.
'R?'
'R is for remission - slow coach!'
I pressed R and the doors opened. I stepped out, into an empty lobby. I wondered where I was. Still do.
