STILL ME
Jan 07, 2021
5 minutes
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Sun lotion – check. Flip flops – check. Bikini – check. Towel – check.
I ticked off the items on my packing list with a flurry as I neatly put them in my suitcase.
My husband, Jonny, 35, and our little boy, Isaac, three, were heading off on holiday to Majorca, Spain.
When we arrived, I couldn’t wait to relax for two weeks.
But not long into our break, I started to feel a bit funny.
We had spent the afternoon exploring an old town when I became suddenly disoriented and confused.
‘Are you OK?’ Jonny asked me, concerned.
‘I probably just need to drink some water and have a lie down,’ I assured him.
But later that night, back at the
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