By this time I hadn't eaten or drunk anything for an entire week. I relished my cup of tea as if it was fine champagne.
She reached up to touch the tube where it snaked out of my nose, and it fell out.
What happened to my six to twelve weeks relief from MG?
I found the equipment and process both fascinating and horrifying all at once.
My resolve to resist myasthenia rather than it resist treatment, stood up and curtsied.
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.