Behind the list
There I was, in consulting rooms in London, trying to remember what I had done with my elective. I could manage “Stanford,” “western blots for p40” and that was it. I'd only been back eight months but my brain was too addled to extract this simple information. I had had various ailments over the past two years and was having to restructure my self image. I thought that I was a fit 23 year old who had never been ill, so adjusting to months of illness with no energy for anything was a hefty task. When I finally took sick leave in my fifth year, I was overcome by a seemingly inescapable tiredness.
Eventually, my dad convinced me to see a specialist in fatigue. After half an hour of respiration questionnaires, I was told that I had a chronic disruption of my breathing pattern and I was habitually hyperventilating. The