How did I become the Face of Death?
Coughing... Tossing and turning... Sweating.... Aching back....That was just Thursday night. That night was not easy, and I knew something was wrong. Flash forward to the morning.... it is true when they say 'everything will look better in the morning' and it did...for while. My husband went to work as usual and I didn't feel as crap as I did the previous night. It got to around 3pm when something didn't seem right again! The coughing had got worse and I felt really tired, like how an Uber driver must feel after a row with a cabbie tired. I called Matt in the afternoon and told him I was going to try and arrange a GP appointment. My temperature was below 38 but my voice was nice and husky.. just like the one Phoebe Buffet craved, except I didn't lick someones used snot rag, and smelly cat was definitely not responsible. Appointment was booked, but some communication between Matt and my Key worker led me to cancel the appointment and go straight to...