So on Wednesday Mum and I spent the day hanging round the island before getting a flight to Kuala Lumpur and then a 13 hour flight straight through to Heathrow. I didn't manage to get a single wink of sleep. We landed at 5:05am UK time on Thursday morning and were picked up by a taxi and dropped home around 7:30am. Dad was up and ready for work and it was lovely to see him. Leila also popped round. Then at 8:30am I went to the doctor and she referred me to the hospital. I spent 11 hours there answering the same questions over and over again, hanging about, waiting for various tests to be completed. In the evening around 6pm I had an MRI scan and I fell asleep in the machine as I was just so tired. We eventually made it home around 9:30pm, having to go back today to collect a prescription and check results. Now I'm just waiting for an appointment at the first fit clinic.
I've had the most amazing 5 months travelling and I'm so gutted it ended like this, but whatever will be will be. I'm just lucky I got the chance to do the travelling I did. Thank you for bearing with me and reading my many posts, and thank you for all your messages and comments.
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