So I spent 5 hours at the hospital today. I aborted my flight to Dortmund on Monday as I was taken ill before I reached security.
This morning I trecked into town to go for an interview. The walk from Farringdon to Holborn near killed me. Shaking, no energy, exhausted. When I got back to Luton I was absolutely filleted.
So when I got to hospital they were all concerned and stuff and I got whisked through to a side bed on A&E major side. Blood tests, pee in a cup, EKG, you name it.
All came back clear, although they pushed some fluids and electrolytes into me along with some Buscopan and paracetamol intravenously. I felt mildly better after some bed rest but travelling home knocked it out of me.
So they are now suspecting Ulcerative Colitis or some such, so it's camera up the bumhole time. Hopefully it will be thinner than the chubby handed doctor's index finger
Feel like crap, and being a medical mystery aint fun.
This morning I trecked into town to go for an interview. The walk from Farringdon to Holborn near killed me. Shaking, no energy, exhausted. When I got back to Luton I was absolutely filleted.
So when I got to hospital they were all concerned and stuff and I got whisked through to a side bed on A&E major side. Blood tests, pee in a cup, EKG, you name it.
All came back clear, although they pushed some fluids and electrolytes into me along with some Buscopan and paracetamol intravenously. I felt mildly better after some bed rest but travelling home knocked it out of me.
So they are now suspecting Ulcerative Colitis or some such, so it's camera up the bumhole time. Hopefully it will be thinner than the chubby handed doctor's index finger
Feel like crap, and being a medical mystery aint fun.
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