Opening my eyes, I felt numb on the right side of my body.
‘Something’s wrong,’ I said to my husband, Nick, 57.
‘Did you sleep funny?’ he asked, but I knew it wasn’t that.
‘Let’s see the GP,’ he said.
I was soon referred to the hospital and for the next three weeks, I underwent tests and scans, but no one could figure out what was wrong.
Meanwhile, the pain spread down my entire right side.
‘We’re going to transfer you to a specialist hospital in London,’ the doctor told me.
A few months later, when I arrived at the King’s College Hospital, I was taken down for lumbar punctures.
Doctors put me on pain relief, but I was still in utter agony.
‘We just don’t know what is wrong,’ doctors kept saying.
I was soon allowed home, but over the course of the next 10 years, I was in and out of the hospital and had three operations on my hand, as it kept getting trapped.
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October 24, 2019