For the first time I noticed that when I smiled, my mouth didn't smile with me.
My resolve to resist myasthenia rather than it resist treatment, stood up and curtsied.
I spent the day resting like it was my full time job.
I can't breath very well. I can't swallow anything. I can't speak.
Within a minute or so I started to feel quite odd. A sort of cold sensation in the middle of my chest slowly blossomed out, and then.... nothing.
I vaguely remembered half waking a couple of times as I tried to turn over in my sleep and was unable to lift my head from the pillow.
He drew a line with his finger across the base of my neck just above my breast bone and said the scar wouldn't be too wide.