“I lie to myself all the time. But I never believe me.” Everybody is going through it at the moment, some have it worse than others, so when I started to feel a bit more off than usual I didn't think much of it. I put it down to just one of those things really. In October 2019 I went into hospital for a small op. The team commented on my oxygen sats not being great and I put it down to asthma and we agreed I should maybe take better care of it and that was that.Off I went and thought no more. December came and I felt very breathless. My walks were getting shorter and I had bad pain in my ribs but sure that was part of fibro so on I soldiered. My son caught bad pneumonia and was very sick in Manchester and I was advised against going to see him due to this new disease going that was very contagious so I sat tight and hoped for the best. He pulled through thankfully, after along battle and I guess I just kept on keeping on. All the while feeling more and more ill. I simply co...
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