Tuesday, 19th January, 2016
First week of August 2013
“Gosh, what’s happening to me,” I thought to myself, as I prepared my breakfast. Every little task was becoming cumbersome, my body was hurting all over and I was overcome with an incredible fatigue that I had never before experienced in my life. Maybe I was experiencing an early menopause, I thought to myself…but at the age of 36, is that even possible? I came up with all possible scenarios, perhaps I’m just going through a rough patch or maybe I’m just overdoing things and need to slow down a bit. The first week of August passed without event but then began the excruciating neck and shoulder pain on the left hand side of my body. At the same time, I also came down with the flu and felt really ill. It was the peak of a sublime English summer and everyone was outside enjoying the long warm, sunny days, whilst I was stuck in bed wondering how I caught a cold in this hot weather.
The days that followed only saw me getting worse. I started to develop extreme anxiety, disgustingly sweaty hands and feet and feeling increasingly ‘jumpy’ at the slightest noise. I also started experiencing a high heart rate that would last for many months and would land me at the A&E on many occasions. To put the cherry on the cake, I felt constantly dizzy and had a relentless rocking sensation in my head, as if I had just stepped off a ship, only I hadn’t done any such thing.
Did I know what was going on? No, not yet. That question was going to be answered later, much later.