2 years ago today, I started being taken seriously when I said something was wrong.
After being sent away from hospital twice, I was finally admitted and given meds to help.
It’s been tough, and a lot more unpleasant than expected. Given that they thought it was motor neurone disease when they first started running tests, I think I will count my blessings that I can still retain some independence.
And as always, I’m grateful to my sister Caroline and mummy Bradley for taking care of me in the hospibob.