One day I had just had enough and decided I was ill and had to do something about it. (It tok me long enugh) My friends and family (mainly my wife) had been saying for a long time that I needed to go to the doctors.
I regret to this day not listening to my wife, when I decided to go to hospital I phoned my friend to take me, I didn’t ask my wife, thinking back it was probably because I knew it was bad news and I didn’t want to upset her (I had already done that by not going for medical help earlier). I think she was just pleased that I was eventually going.
I was kept in Warrington hospital and after tests was transferred to Royal Liverpool Hospital for a plasma exchange because my blood was so bad that I couldn’t even have a transfusion.