Friday was the day I finally had my appointment to see a neuromuscular specialist in Melbourne, and I approached the event with both excitement and trepidation.
On the one hand, the possibility – however small – that I had an underlying condition that caused, or at least exacerbated, my case of rhabdo was scary. And surprisingly enough, Googling neuromuscular disorders didn’t make me feel any better about the whole thing.
Make the most of your health. Live while you’re young. Make hay when the sun shines. They’re such clichés, and I may have just quoted One Direction, but it’s true that you never really know what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone. Or, in my case, almost gone.
My now-husband and I were planning our epic round-the-world honeymoon long before I got ill. But if there’s one thing that’s sure to get you fired up to travel, it’s the idea that you might not be able to.
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This week, three things happened.
I went for the first run on the C25K programme, a gentle run-walk-run exercise covering 3.5k. A good start, as far as I was concerned, and something I will tell you about in more detail later.
I accepted and started a new job, a three-month contract working for a business-to-business start-up website. Yay!
I also received an email from a doctor.
Rhabdo to Fabdo 