Feeling a bit better now, partly via painkillers but mostly through the nice lady doctor at Whittington A&E who gave me a while-you-wait blood test and stopped me worrying myself to death. The waiting room only had three or four other patients, so I didn’t feel too guilty about seeking this emergency second opinion.
Thankfully I didn’t need the nasty lumbar puncture. But it turns out I do have a high lymphocyte percentage, meaning I’ve got a viral infection that will eventually burn itself out naturally.Â
She sent me on my way with a pill for the nausea and an injection up my bottom for the pain. Or it may have been for fun.
