I knew it was too good to be true.

I knew it was back almost imediately, I could feel it growing in the middle of my head. One by one the symptoms, I thought had long gone, started to return. All of the aches and pains and all of the other associated shit returned. I was going to college and I could feel myself getting weaker day by day untill I began to fall behind. It was a difficult time.

The day I went for my scan results it took me almost three hours to travel 15 miles by bus. At one point I was sitting on a kerb almost crying after wrenching my guts up in the gutter. I met my ex. on bus number three. She was going to the hospital too but had left two hours after I did. I knew before I went in and it was duly confirmed. At least I had someone I could talk to on the way home.

So there I was, at a time when I should have been coming to the end of my first year at college, walking into Ninewells so they could get up my nose again. It was like the previous eight or nine years had been for nothing, I was right back at square one

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