The hospitalisation

Under constant supervision to make
sure nothing was getting worse

After a long and stressful journey we finally got back to London late Saturday night. On Sunday I was exhausted and my body felt sore like when you got high fever but I thought I was probably just tired from the trip the day before. However, on Monday I started to feel even worse and I had this weird pain in my chest that disturbed me during school but the pain went away in the evening so I wasn’t too worried about it.

Then super early the next morning I walk up with a pain so severe I can only compare it to the time when I hit the ground from 9 meters in a climbing accident. We decided that it was probably best if I went to the hospital to get checked up. At the hospital the first test came back with a clear message, something was wrong with my heart, the test result was equal to someone who just suffered a heart attack. During the day I was tested for many of the most common problems but they could still not fully understand what was wrong.

Later that night I was transported with an ambulance to a close by hospital specialised on heart problems. I spent the next 3 days at the new hospital where they I had to go through even more tests to make sure nothing was missed out.

The food was good though :)

 On Friday evening when the last test result came back the doctors could finally agree on what they thought were wrong and decided it was safe for me to leave the hospital. I have an inflammation of the heart muscle caused by a virus, which means no school in two weeks and no physical activity for 4-6 weeks. Not much I can do, just follow the doctors advice and stay positive because it could have been much worse…