So, I got better. Then a few days later, I got sick again – really sick, maybe the most ill I’ve ever been, which was scary. And it just didn’t seem to go away fully. Once I’d taken one lot of drugs, I’d still feel ill and be diagnosed with something else: one thing after another. After five weeks, I’d had enough and was more than a little worried, so I contacted VSO who agreed that I needed to go back to the UK.
And that’s where I’ve been for the past couple of months. I saw doctors, who ran tests, which showed nothing, and then diagnosed me with “post-infection fatigue”. I spent weeks not able to do any more than lie in bed or on the sofa and gradually, painfully slowly, started to feel stronger.
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