Shortly into the new year I got what I thought was a virus (there were alot of strange ones about last winter). The symptoms were splitting headaches, a 50% loss energy, and a general aching all over, particularly on my limbs. Try as I might I couldn't shift this bloody thing. Every now and then I thought I was through it. But no. It was back with me a few days later. It lasted throughout January, February and most of March. I'd been puzzled by this, as I'm not a natural sicky person, but had ultimately put this lethargy down to the ageing process, but don't mind admitting to being a bit concerned as to how quickly it had seemingly taken grip of me. Basically, the drive and energy to do things I'd previously done had gone. Anyway, I'd gradually adapted to my new restricted lifestyle with a degree of anger and bitterness, and every day seemed like a struggle to simply see it out hobbling about in various degrees of pain and struggling to maintain a focus when all I wanted to do was sleep. Then one night towards the end of March the temperature rose and I decided to open the bedroom window for the first time in 2008 and duly went to sleep feeling my usual shitty self. The next day I woke and was seemingly right as rain!!! I'd shaken the virus off, and I knew it. I suddenly felt palpably fresher and a good 50% more energetic than for the previous 3 months. Thank God for that. I suddenly remembered what it was like to feel good again!!!
Anyway, on Wednesday I woke again aching all over, with a migraine and feeling completely wasted. I bumbled through the day, and was no better today. Then halfway through the morning whilst slouched on the couch, I remembered that fresh air had sorted things out last time. Now I thought this was an old wives tale, but what the hell I thought. I opened a couple of windows and set up a cross draft blow over me and gently ventilate the house. Within an hour I felt 50% better, and had enough energy I figured to venture off to the chemist to arm myself with an arsenal flu sympton remedies. I duly told the chemist what my symptons were (God the number of times I've cursed such customers who've kept me waiting on check outs whilst they regale shop assistants thus). But this is a local independent and there was no one else in the shop.
"Where does it ache most?" she enquired
"Well my head mostly. Then my wrist, and thumb (single blokes aren't normally forthcoming at offering this kind of detail you understand for fear of ridicule). Then my ankle joints, and then my calf muscles". I duly went on to explain the history of the winter and extolled the virtue of fresh air.
I returned home, and proceeded to adopted the laid out on the couch and feeling sorry for myself. However, within an hour I was 90% better and doing the gardening by lunchtime.
I duly went back out to the shops and was chased across the parade of shops by the chemist brandishing ten sheets of paper.
"How do you feel now?"
"Much better, completely mended. It's amazing I've gone from feeling like crap to perfectly healthy in space of 2 to 3 hours".
"Well" she said "you can safely assume that it wasn't a virus you had then". I looked at her quizically
"Trust me. You don't clear a virus up to that level, in that period of time, by having exposure to fresh air"
Your starter for ten then folks (if there's any aspiring GP's amongst you). What had she diagnosed? or to put it another way, what symptoms (all of which I was and had exhibited) and causes were on the sheets of paper? Or what was her next question to which I answered yes, followed by don't know, (for the seriously clever diagnostics amongst you)
Anyway, on Wednesday I woke again aching all over, with a migraine and feeling completely wasted. I bumbled through the day, and was no better today. Then halfway through the morning whilst slouched on the couch, I remembered that fresh air had sorted things out last time. Now I thought this was an old wives tale, but what the hell I thought. I opened a couple of windows and set up a cross draft blow over me and gently ventilate the house. Within an hour I felt 50% better, and had enough energy I figured to venture off to the chemist to arm myself with an arsenal flu sympton remedies. I duly told the chemist what my symptons were (God the number of times I've cursed such customers who've kept me waiting on check outs whilst they regale shop assistants thus). But this is a local independent and there was no one else in the shop.
"Where does it ache most?" she enquired
"Well my head mostly. Then my wrist, and thumb (single blokes aren't normally forthcoming at offering this kind of detail you understand for fear of ridicule). Then my ankle joints, and then my calf muscles". I duly went on to explain the history of the winter and extolled the virtue of fresh air.
I returned home, and proceeded to adopted the laid out on the couch and feeling sorry for myself. However, within an hour I was 90% better and doing the gardening by lunchtime.
I duly went back out to the shops and was chased across the parade of shops by the chemist brandishing ten sheets of paper.
"How do you feel now?"
"Much better, completely mended. It's amazing I've gone from feeling like crap to perfectly healthy in space of 2 to 3 hours".
"Well" she said "you can safely assume that it wasn't a virus you had then". I looked at her quizically
"Trust me. You don't clear a virus up to that level, in that period of time, by having exposure to fresh air"
Your starter for ten then folks (if there's any aspiring GP's amongst you). What had she diagnosed? or to put it another way, what symptoms (all of which I was and had exhibited) and causes were on the sheets of paper? Or what was her next question to which I answered yes, followed by don't know, (for the seriously clever diagnostics amongst you)
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