By Ellen Wiles in The Express.
Before I fell ill life was sweet and full of promise.
Fresh out of Oxford University, where I had somehow come top in the year, I was working in consultancy while I figured out what I really wanted to do.
Then just before Christmas I got flu.
I spent the festive fortnight spluttering and by the new year my symptoms were gone.
But I found it strangely strenuous to get dressed and walk the 10 minutes into the office.
And when I sat at my desk, my leaden head slumped on to it.
I upped my caffeine and sugar intake until I was drinking 10 extra-strong mochas a day.
But it was no good.
Even the effort of maintaining a conversation made my words slur.
It felt like all my bones were melting.
My boss told me to go to see a doctor.
Multiple blood tests came out clear.
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