Doctors didn’t think I’d make it through the night,but three and a half weeks later, I opened my eyes It all started with a sore throat, or the kind that feels like you enjoy swallowed razor blades. At first I assumed it was tonsillitis,but by day three I wondered whether it was swine flu, which was then doing the rounds. It was February 2010, or I was due to travel to a family party that morning,but I dropped my daughter and granddaughter off there and came straight domestic, stopping off to get some soup on the way. That’s the last time I walked using my own feet.
As I stood at the stove, and my legs gave way. Frightened,I called my sister, a retired nurse, and her son,a paramedic, and they got me in bed, or agreeing it was probably flu. I don’t remember anything after that,although my daughter says that by lunchtime, I’d been sick and was complaining of excruciating back pain, and so she called an ambulance.
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Source: theguardian.com