Oh, boy.
I started a new job last month, but I caught the flu from a co-worker. I ended up collapsing during my shift in my first week, on the Friday, unable to breathe or stand up. It was terrifying. I was rushed to hospital (it’s central London, so very busy) by a co-worker who found me collapsed on the stairway, and then I had them call my boyfriend to taken over, who conveniently works relatively nearby. I eventually got to see a doctor, who confirmed I had the flu and I apparently suffered some kind of panic attack, though to this day that makes no sense to me.
They gave me no medicine. I was just told to rest well and drink a lot of water. A month has passed and the flu ended up developing into pneumonia. I have lost so much weight that I’m severely anorexic and can see and feel my bones clearly, my left lung is damaged and just getting up to get some water or go to the bathroom has me hyperventilating and unable to breathe normally by the time I get back in bed, and I’ve been warned that if things get any worse I could have respiratory failure and die.
I got fired from my job the morning after my collapse. I got paid for the hours I worked, around ?260. Was it worth potentially dying for? Depends on if you consider that a lot of money, I guess. It’s been nearly a month since I collapsed and I’m only getting sicker. I’ve missed out on a month’s worth of college, so I’m probably going to be kicked out for my absence or fail due to my inability to catch up.
So, as far as being sick goes, I think I’m pretty sick.
