November ,2001.
A time in my life I’ll always remember, I was staying with my sister Suzie as I was trying to find an investor in London for a new internet based company I was about to start. Suzie was away on business for a few days so I was on my own, I decided to go for a run on this lovely bright and sunny afternoon. I intended to run a 10k that I’d driven earlier that day so I stepped outside and decided to stretch and warm up but something felt wrong, very wrong. Completely out of the blue I just felt incredibly weak, I sat down on the floor, actually I almost fell so sitting down seemed like a good option. Over the next fifteen minutes I was thinking about how frighteningly weak I was and what I could possibly have eaten that was causing this. I decided the best thing to do was to get back in the house as sitting on the kerb in the bright sun was making me feel weaker by the second. I managed to stand but had to cling desperately to the streetlamp, then in what must have looked like a demented drunk staggering the 20 ft to the front door of Suzies house I made my way over. I remember so clearly trying to get the key in the door and falling inside. I managed ,then collapsed onto the sofa where I sprawled for an hour hoping that this would pass. Over the next few hours the weakness, if anything got worse. I felt so isolated, so alone and so frightened, I managed to get upstairs to my bedroom and got into bed. Now anyone that knows me will know that I don’t like to lose and hate to give up so you’ll understand how bad I felt when I closed my eyes and prayed then said my goodbyes to my family, I honestly didn’t expect to wake up again.
I’ll continue this tomorrow.
April 5th, 2023 at 7:28 am
Aw, this was a really nice post. Finding the time and actual effort to create a good articleÖ but what can I sayÖ I put things off a lot and never seem to get nearly anything done.