This narrative is part of a long saga
that I’ve tried to avoid writing about for a long time but I feel the need to
press on and move onto other things. It all started in late 2015 when flu
season was in session and my Dad caught the bug and was holed up for weeks in bed.
The following year; we tried to convince him to get a flu jab which he turned
down; but he didn’t actually get sick until he returned home from a trip to
Hereford in February; which for reason is a hotspot for this particular
condition. It took ages to convince him to go to the doctor; but with another
trip approaching (and this one being abroad) he knew he had to get himself checked
out. The doctors first diagnosed him with a floating rib which was strange as
he wasn’t feeling any abdominal pain. But after a blood test we had to take him
to hospital immediately.Monday 4 December 2017
From Floating Ribs to Feeble Reminisces
This narrative is part of a long saga
that I’ve tried to avoid writing about for a long time but I feel the need to
press on and move onto other things. It all started in late 2015 when flu
season was in session and my Dad caught the bug and was holed up for weeks in bed.
The following year; we tried to convince him to get a flu jab which he turned
down; but he didn’t actually get sick until he returned home from a trip to
Hereford in February; which for reason is a hotspot for this particular
condition. It took ages to convince him to go to the doctor; but with another
trip approaching (and this one being abroad) he knew he had to get himself checked
out. The doctors first diagnosed him with a floating rib which was strange as
he wasn’t feeling any abdominal pain. But after a blood test we had to take him
to hospital immediately.
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