Five years ago I had what they call walking pneumonia over here, never heard of it before. It is in most cases not hospital worthy, they just dose you for a fortnight and tell you to take it easy. For about 6 months I could find myself needing to take a breather climbing the stairs, and could still feel the effects on my chest a year later. The really stupid thing is at the time I was trotting 6 miles a day, it was late spring early summer so the weather was good. I noticed pain in the upper part of my lungs and eventually severe shortness of breath. Then the funny thing was when I called the Doc to make an appointment and told them my symptoms the Doc called me back and ordered me to come in NOW as he thought I was having, or had had a heart attack.Flight,
happy to talk about my treatment. PM'd you. Don't want to bore the general Arrse community, it gets a bit technical.
@AlienFTM was kind enough to visit me in the recovery ward while I was banjaxed, if you want some collateral. He wasn't too impressed with having to wear a surgical mask for the duration. The nurses also. Unpleasant photo of me knocking about somewhere. I lost two stone, couldn't walk to the paper shop without stopping for a rest - which for a former marathon runner was....perplexing.
Recovery took/is taking consistent effort on my part.
And the late Dale The Snail (aka Sluggy aka arPrincess, who art in Heaven* ) was similarly kind enough to send me a care package including enough Smarties to choke a New Forest pony and a rather malevolent-looking large stuffed Beaver.
How very dare you...I'm outraged.
The correct phrase favoured by Joe Six-pack is
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* It's a well-known left footer club in that there London....she is planning a come back when Elvis returns to us . Keep watching the skies....