So the 25th of November came round, still feeling awful, energy levels lower than ever, joints aching in every part of my body and just shaky and dizzy! I got in the car to head to London for my appointment, my husband was driving me again. A friend was picking up my kiddies and dropping them home where my mother in law was waiting to look after them until we got back.

We arrived at the appointment with only a few minuets to spare so I headed on inside, because of covid Andy has not been able to come into any appointments with me. So I have to try to remember everything said to me at each one. This was a different appointment to any I had ever had. This doctor carried out lots of tests, hitting me with his instruments to check my reflexes, he discovered a different type of rash on my stomach and photographed it. He tested my strength, balance all sorts! I was really impressed on how thorough he was being even though it was just making me even more tired than before I went in. I got off of the examination bed and sat down at his desk, thinking great he might have some answers for me.

He then started writing two A4 pages of notes, once he finished he said that I needed to go to hospital for lots of tests to get to the bottom of what was wrong with me as I was clearly rather poorly. I asked when this would he and that’s when he said, oh no I am admitting you now! “Admitting me?”, he explained that he needed to admit me to hospital now to start carrying out the tests tomorrow and I really needed to be monitored. He called the hospital to make sure that they had a bed available and gave me all the information and the two pages of notes including the tests that was needed. I could not read any of his hand writing, so was still none the wiser on what tests I was having. I walked outside and got in the car, Andy was on the phone, he quickly ended the call. He asked what had happened and I said he needs to admit me to get some tests done, his reply was when is he admitting you into hospital? I said now! Oh Andy said, I then panicked as I had nothing with me including a phone charger. So on the way to driving me to the hospital Andy stopped at a petrol station and bought me a phone charger. I had to call the kiddies and explain mummy wasn’t coming home tonight as they just needed to carryout some tests tomorrow rather than me coming home and going back in the morning and they seemed ok with that!

I arrived at the hospital said goodbye to Andy and walked in by myself. At this point I thought it will be ok I will be home tomorrow. Little did I know…