Pick Me Up !|February 06, 2020
Kneeling under a boiler, I peered up.
‘Yep, that’s going to need replacing soon,’ I said.
It was November 2016, and, working as a freelance heating engineer, I was rushed off my feet.
Getting up from the kitchen floor, I suddenly felt dizzy.
And as I busied myself picking up my tools, I started to feel strange.
My legs were aching and I was out of breath.
I also felt suddenly lethargic – I could barely move.
‘I think I’m coming down with something,’ I told my business partner. ‘We better make this our last call.’
Heading straight home, I crashed on the sofa.
‘Everything OK?’ my girlfriend Abbi, 24, asked.
‘I think I’m getting the flu,’ I said.
After a few hours, though, I felt back to my normal self.
‘I might go to kickboxing tonight,’ I said.
‘Just take it easy,’ Abbi replied.
Heading out to the gym, I felt fine.
But as soon as I was in the ring, kicking and punching with my opponent, the funny feeling came rushing back, and I was suddenly out of breath.
We’d only been going for a few minutes, but I simply had no energy.
Calling it a night, I figured Abbi was right – I probably had the flu and needed to take it easy.
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February 06, 2020