Update #6 ·

A little bit about me and why I know what the Doctors are doing is wrong

I was born in Jerusalem. The Doctors and Nurses, not being accustomed to light haired babies thought I looked bald and called me Kojak. And years later, when every they saw me they would greet me with a huge smile, arms out stretched saying “ah Kojak” and would give me a lolly pop (who loves ya baby). I have lived all over the worlds in Israel, Pakistan, Kashmir, Honduras, El Salvador, Guatemala, Scotland, England and Mexico. I gained my Duke of Edinburgh's award whilst at School in the Highlands of Scotland, before going on to become a PADI dive Instructor in Mexico. Finally completing my education with a degree from University

Before the illness, I was very fit and healthy, Playing Rugby, Field Hockey, Tennis and running middle distance for fun and with ease. Until, in 2011 a series of minor events culminating in the worst flu of me life, lead me to develop severe ME. I felt I would die at any moment, and being in the countryside, I decided to struggle to the GP's surgery. Feeling that if I was going to die I may as well die there as anywhere.

So I had go, in an instant, from being very fit, strong and healthy, with an athletic heart. To being close to death, with high blood pressure, high heart rate, palpitations, extreme exhaustion and weakness, seizures, shaking, pain so bad I wanted to rip my chest open just to relieve it, adrenalin like white hot poison in my veins, lightning flashes and white blotches in my vision, a feeling of having a swollen brain and spinal cord, an electric storm in the back of my head, cognitive difficulties, to name, but a few. However, when I saw the GP he became irritated and said “it's probably viral”. I don't know how I survived to write this account, let alone know how I managed to get home that day, but I did. And for the next four months I struggled back and forth, seeing different Doctors, and all I got from each was “it's probably viral”.

By Christmas 2011 I felt so ill and my organs hurt so much I thought they would shut down completely. So I struggled back and was seen by a new Doctor, who immediate diagnosed me. Nevertheless, over the next months I was given no help, whatsoever from the GP's even having to ask for particular tests to carried out. And my GP would simply say “oh yeah that would be a good idea wouldn't it”. In the end I gave up on them, as the trips only made me sicker. And I learnt as much as I could from other sufferers and the internet.

During those first weeks, I was so ill I could do nothing, but rest and I did begin to recover a little. So I took the opportunity to continue exercising, going for walks whenever I could. Unfortunately, that was the worst thing I could have done, as it only made me relapse, which would make me worse and worse. Until, finally, I was even more severely ill than I had been at the beginning. I ended up bedbound for 8 months with every symptom in the book and a higher heart rate and more exhausted than I had been while out running. I was also so weak that when I did struggle out of bed, I couldn't even left an empty kettle. And was reduced to shuffling, or crawl round the house, like a sickly ninety year old man.

Thankfully, I've learnt a lot about the illness and how best to treat it, recovering a great deal in the last 6 months. So that now the illness is just unpleasant, rather than life threatening. However, if I'd known then what I know now. And if I'd rested instead of exercised, I'm sure I would been much close to recovery by now. And the illness wouldn't have been anything like as bad as it turned out to be. That is why I know, what Karina's Doctors are doing is wrong. And that Doctors like them, all over the world, must be made to take ME seriously, before they end up killing anymore sufferers. And they must look at the scientific evidence and not just ignore specialists simply, because it doesn't suit them. This could happen to anyone and has happened all to frequently in the past. With illnesses MS, polio and so many others that were all thought, by misguided Doctor, to be all in the mind. Until the over whelming weight of evidence forced them to admit the truth. I can even happen with Cancer. As my Auntie found out, when her GP diagnosed her with depression and then IBS. When it was actually Cancer. Cancer that didn't show up in any of the scans

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