I've just emerged from a nightmare three days of suffering spanning the 9th, 10th and 11th of April. It struck out of nowhere. Initially it felt like my thymoma was exerting pressure on my lungs and stomach for the first day but then the focus shifted to my gastrointestinal tract where I had a brief vomiting spell but mainly suffered from diarrhea and intestinal cramps. Food poisoning is the most likely cause. I did add some cheese to my pasta that I think was my last meal. The cheese didn't go down well and so no more cheese for me. I remember before my gallbladder collapse that I'd eaten pizza.
For the first couple of days I was severely afflicted mentally. I couldn't focus on anything and wished that my life could be over. I spent most of the time sleeping and am still mystified as to what struck me down. This morning, April 12th, was the first time I could eat normally. During my illness a curious coincidence occurred to me. I have an acquintance with whom I've played chess with twice. Two days after each encounter, I get ill. The first time I was struck down with a cold and now this. Perhaps the mental stress of playing got to me. What's apparent is that my health is becoming increasingly fragile. It doesn't seem to take much to upend me.
I'm prompted to have an ultrasound to confirm the extent of the thymoma and perhaps a blood test as well. There is a pathology clinic around the corner and unlike Australia you don't need a doctor's referral in order to be seen.
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