When I got into my thirties, my immune system appeared to suffer some cracks here and there. I honestly have no idea if this is related to what happened to me eventually, but I find it worth mentioning nevertheless. If I give you the story, I want to give you the entire story.
I know it's also a known part of getting older, but I simply wasn't used to it. This also made me not take these things very seriously. Yes, every shot of pain made me think I was dying, but the cold and the flu didn't bother me. The irony, I know.
When I was about 35, forgive me for not knowing the exact time anymore, I suffered my first pneumonia. It was caught quite fast and with some antibiotics I recovered quite fast. The lasting symptoms like fatigue didn't bother me too much at that time.
But then when I was 38, I suffered a severe double pneumonia, together with a week of fever of a 104 (40,5). It took the antibiotics a long time to conquer whatever it was that was attacking my body. The aftermath was even worse, I was so tired and weak that it took months before I was working at full force again. Thankfully my employer at the time and the company doctor did everything in their power to assist me in the best way they could. No pressure was put on me, to the extend that I wanted to start working again sooner than they deemed me fit.
Then I turned 39...
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