![]() For a day or two my appetite returned, I had more energy and I began to think about going back to work then the symptoms came back. Over the next two weeks, the symptoms came and went. When my girlfriend got home from work she found the uneaten halves all over the house. The nausea was continuous, and the only thing I could bring myself to eat were bananas, half a banana at a time. ![]() I slept badly, my body aching all over, as if I had flu. ![]() The welts went down but over the next few days I didn’t feel any better. Over the phone my mother said I had once had something similar as a baby, something viral she had thought at the time. When I got out of a hot bath, the parts of my body that had been in the water were covered in raised, red welts, each one as big as the palm of my hand. The next day I still didn’t feel well – by now my hands were so stiff that I couldn’t hold a pen – so I phoned in sick to work. I took paracetamol, which seemed to help a little, struggled through the final conference session and then flew back to London. The next morning I woke at 5 with nausea and a strange stiffness in my hands. By the evening it had faded, but I was exhausted and went to bed early. On the third day a fierce headache tightened across my temples until I had to go back to my hotel room and lie down. I was lonely and the town where I was staying was dismal and it rained. It began in springtime, at a conference in Ireland.
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