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TOPIC: The story of my death
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The story of my death 2 Years, 5 Months ago
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So we had two filming days (all we can afford on limited tiny budget but includes venues, actors, crew, staff, transport and much, much more) and I had to open our gates to let camera, sound etc park in our mews. By the time they arrived I'd bathed and was in my dressing gown but no problem (only two minutes outside) except it decided to pour with rain. So we managed the filming successfully but I felt my throat going. Sure enough by Saturday, filming over, the cold arrived. Fine, I thought; a couple of days in bed with Paracetamol. But it lasted a week. Got worse. Loads of phlegm. Second week - I decided to summon Doctor. Blood test; chest check; rushed to hospital. Hugely expensive (thousands). Dozens of stupid needles taking blood (I hate that) and giving me intravenous antibiotics. Pneumonia. Hospitals wrap everything in plastic (cleanliness) which means my body temperature goes through the roof and I can't sleep a wink. Plus being woken every few hours (not that I had any sleep to wake from). So hospital damn near killed me. Luckily the drugs worked - just finished another week of oral anti-B's. Supercold? Negative Covid tests every day. I reckon a combination of mutating viruses (they don't tell us about) and reaching - nearly - 77. But I'm still here.
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