This Is Impossible!

I am not going to pretend that I'm a GP, but I'm in my body, and I happen to know it rather well.

Since my nerve VII froze, I got even more used to reading the weird healing signals that I've been given over the past six years.

Strangely enough, since my nerve froze, I caught one cold. Just the one.

But... each time I have a major defrost, I do have cold symptoms, as if whatever I caught was attempting to leave my body alone at last.

Now, I can hear most doctors telling me that it's impossible because the virus died six years ago. I may not be a GP, but I understand as much. And yet... Each and every time I get better, it's after a bout of fever, or a lot of sneezing, or a runny nose, or some coughing (and let's not forget that each morning my eyes are practically sealed shut because of the infection)... and I'm not catching a cold or some odd-ish virus every other fortnight.

Now, that thing I've caught six years ago may have changed me, but I have super strong antibodies (I've got a vaccine scar to prove it), and when I do catch something, it lasts for a week - at least.

And what happened this week? Wednesday night, I thought I was severely dehydrated (after all, it wouldn't have been surprising since I was back on stage this week, and I hadn't been drinking enough on Monday night), but it turns out it was the beginning of two days of fever cum runny nose and severe coughing.

Work was hell on Thursday, and I spent most of Friday plagued with fever.

Last night was mostly unpleasant, but today was okay.

Then, I've been unwell for about two days. Now, I did some research and it might not be entirely impossible for a common cold to last only three days (anyway, I was 'off' only for two days), but with my reactions, it has never happened to me - and I don't think this is what happened to me.

I can see most doctors ready to ship me to Bedlam, or growl at me that 'it is impossible', but since I probably caught an orphan disease, I'll be the judge of what oddities my body's guilty of producing.

Oh, and to the ones who are going to think that I'm smoking the lawn (and I'm not a GP), how do you explain that, after this bout of weird and severe fever, my cheek is almost back to normal?

Then again, in the 'weird' department, I've had a really noticeable improvement when it's 'that time of the month' (not complaining, but you'll have to admit that it is odd).

Amongst the few people who caught the same virus I caught, I am recovering, but not everybody's that lucky.

The Faculty washed its hands and abandoned me four years ago. 

It's a bit sad when unusual cases are dropped because they're too strange, or too complicated, or too 'I don't know what' (might it be 'not common enough'?).

I know I've got to be right about that thing that's in me (and leaving me), but professionals never listened to me or believed me from day one. Why would they listen to me or believe me today?

I'm "just" in that body, and I read it pretty well, but even if I'm right, most doctors would look at me as if I were a simpleton, and some would snort at my audacity to self-diagnose.

I loved House, but each time one of the characters said that everybody lies (meaning patients lie), I cringed. I keep telling the truth, and no one listens because it doesn't fit known symptoms. Perhaps I should write a TV pilot on this topic...