Last winter, I was so unwell for such a long time I convinced myself that something was wrong – seriously wrong.
I had been exhausted for as long as I could remember. I’d recover from one cold, only to be hit by another within days.
For months, I barely got off the couch. I stopped making plans with my friends altogether, because I knew that even if by some fluke I wasn’t bedridden with flu symptoms, I’d probably still be too exhausted to sit up let alone venture out of my apartment.
I was tired all the time; ready-for a-nap-as-soon-as-I-woke-up tired. And I was constantly, constantly sick with a sore throat, runny nose and a cough.