You walk to or talk to the receptionist, tell him or her that you need to make an appointment with the doctor. You do so in the belief that this god of the new millennia is going to relieve you of the discomfort and fatigue that you feel. The time until the appointment drags like a sack full of boulders, until relief time is here. The medicine man pocks and prods you with his mind and instruments and sends you back to the hole in the wall at the end of the corridor to make an appointment with the legalised vampire at the other end of the hall.

This you also dutifully attend in the same hope of resolution. You wait to see whether the vamp likes your blood. The blood sucker likes all of it apart from the bad taste of cooked liver. Could he get another sample it might taste better second time round?

 The receptionist has a problem with that. She can’t get the blood out my arm until the end of the month. This was the fifteenth so not an encouraging scenario. I took it, clutching at straws clung to mind and booked an appointment with the doc a few days later.

 Things on the inside of my seemingly ailing carcass began to deteriorate on a day to day basis; it seemed quite oddly that a new symptom was appearing every day. I was beginning to feel like the economic forecast on the news. And so it goes on for days until it was the final straw. Saturday morning when I was dragged to the local A&E, where I waited with all the rugby and football injuries and sick kids. It was a four hour wait ahead of us and that did not fill me with joy. Thankfully we were taken to the out of hours doctors and only had to wait for about one. She was very helpful and basically pointed out I had some form of ME whether it was a post viral infection or whether it would develop into ME but that was the case at least we knew what it was the whole thing comes down to one they have to wait for four months to diagnose you with ME meanwhile they eliminate everything else that it could conceivably be. Then say you have ME because it is the only thing it can be.

 This is a modern world we talk on mobile phones and can call these with a video link and we cannot define a disease and have to rule out every other disease in order to diagnose it. It smacks to me of lack of funding therefore lack of care. It has been around for hundreds of years and they can do nothing to cure it.

 I might well have the cure I am taking something just now that might make the difference. If the claims are backed up it will cure for sure. I will remain sceptical until I have spent a bit of time on the course. This is day