I was taken poorly at work, three hours from home midweek and genuinely thought I was going to die. Stupid 111 told me the fact my hands and feet were cold were that ‘your body is shutting down’ and then everyone looking at me because of my Geordie accent in the midlands
![Face with tears of joy :joy: 😂](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/gh/joypixels/emoji-assets@5.0/png/64/1f602.png)
Thankfully after a second trip to A&E when I got home managed to get myself on the mend, and now I’m ready to be back at work tomorrow. Three days without being able to look at my phone without throwing up has been awful, but since the first signs of feeling okay came again, it’s this place that has kept my spirits up. After never so much as breaking a bone in my life, going through this makes me realise Jack and her fake illnesses is some serious psychological shit going on there. Why anyone would want to pretend to feel the way I actually did is absurd.