28 January 2019
On the morning of Wed 16th I woke up feeling a bit rotten, developed a migraine and feeling quite cold. Lunch was not as planned, didn't have appetite for anything more than a spoon or two of pasta, skipped the free portion of cake that we're given on Wednesday. By the end of the working day it was a struggle staying awake. Agreed that I'd take the following day as leave with my manager. Walking home was a challenge too, much slower pace than normal. Once home I found a large roast dinner waiting. Sadly straight to bed and try to shake the migraine. I don't think I woke up again until around noon on Thursday.
At 03:00 on Friday morning I was taught a very cruel schoolboy physics lesson, of weight. For when using the toilet one moment everything was fine, the next I was laying on the floor having knocked the bath rack over. I must have passed out. A few seconds earlier and I think the walls would have been painted a funny colour. By 06:00 the wife had called the non-emergency line, got Ben dressed and taken us all to the Royal Berks. They cannulated, took several blood samples and hydrated me. They commented that the blood pressure was not good and heart rate was too high.
Blood samples didn't show any bacterial infection, the advice was to drink plenty and don't do much. Somewhat shocked that the doctor in A&E was happy to look down my throat, into the eye of the storm without anything covering their own airways first. Must be paid good danger money.
Today I'm starting to respect the work that the immune system has to deal with. I'm not fully recovered, it has left me with a hacking cough.