To most of you, think your collective selves lucky, I have been out of the saddle for an enormous amount of time whilst the bloody NHS consultants decide between themselves what is wrong with me!
It all started in mid December 2017 when I caught the flu (big time), then after 6 weeks when I still felt like death on legs I caught a very heavy chest cold and then, according to the quacks, I went down with what was described as chronic bronchial pneumonia which dragged on for months.
Then the medical boffins thought I had become a sufferer of cough induced asthma and started prescribing various inhalers, pills and potions, none of which made me feel any better, in fact several of them ended up making me feel one hell of a lot worse to the extent that several of the men & woman in white coats thought I was suffering from angina.
At a total whits end I started to undertake a lot of my own on line research and there hidden in the depths of the most obscure medical journals I discovered that the exceptionally rare side effects of 3 of the drugs I was on were the side effects I was experiencing!!!
So armed with this information I made direct contact with 3 of the consultants I was receiving treatment from (my own GP practice being next to useless) and in turn I had various further tests and scans which in turn resulted in all 3 of them agreeing that I have been suffering from Chronic Eosinophillic Bronchitis since when I have had all of my treatments changed and for the first time in ages the gorgeous Brookes saddle of mine which is attached to the even more gorgeous Shorter Rochford bike of mine is actually looking very tempting indeed!
