I've never been like Geoff Capes but before all this I was fit and healthy.
Each week last summer I was running 5km, swimming, doing boxing training and playing 5-aside with lads from the Examiner down at Soccer City in Waterloo. I don't smoke or drink (excessively) and I still find it hard to understand how quickly I became so seriously ill.
Truth be told, I had been suffering slightly for the previous 18 months. I seemed to pick up colds and chest infections remarkably easily and then they would stay around for three weeks, whereas previously they would have cleared up much more quickly.
By October last year I had stopped all sport because of a mysterious pain deep in my right thigh. It was very uncomfortable and was not getting better like a pull or a strain tends to. I asked a physiotherapist to have a look and she could not find anything wrong with it. More on this pain later.
On a more positive note in that same month I was promoted from regular reporter to 'digital journalist'. This effectively meant I would be editing and putting news onto this new site.
Being a bit rubbish at computers I was sent over to our sister paper, the Liverpool Echo, for a week long course on how to operate the system.
During that week it's fair to say I deteriorated. I remember one night following work I went to meet an old friend in a bar for a drink. I had one pint, promptly vomited, made my apologies and headed back to my hotel where I slipped into a cold sleep.
A virulent cough and cold had taken their grip and I was finding it harder to concentrate on what I was doing. I was also starting to suffer from fatigue - I was shattered from mid-afternoon onwards.
I finished the course and gratefully headed home thinking a restful weekend would see me right and return to work full of vim and vigour.
It didn't. The new site was launched and along with my video colleague, we had two really successful days operating the new site, updating it with fresh material throughout the day.
In fact things were going so well I decided to ask for some time off to get better. I went to the Doctors and was told to take a week off work. I did this but it wasn't helping. The fatigue was getting ridiculous. I can remember washing the pots one day and having to go for a nap half way through.
I tried to give work one more go the following week but it was no good. Just walking up the stairs was exhausting. I had become really pale and all my colleagues said I should go home.
After half a day, and a 15 minute kip in the medical room, I did just that. I went back to the Doctors where I was given the following advice, "Drink a cup of warm lemon juice and honey".
The next day, with no idea what else to do, I got in my car and drove myself to the A&E at Sheffield's Northern General - I have been in hospital ever since.