Final Harley Street Report

 Final report from Harley Street, the doc went through it with me on the phone before sending it on via email.
Heart CT scan came back ok. Very unlikely to have cardio vascular problems from calcification <10%. Doc thought that was good. However they found a few calcified granulomas in my lungs whilst they were there. Either an infection or some foreign material that has been trapped in my lungs and has been encased as the body can't deal with it.
Signs of Osteoarthritis in the hips and lower back - expect pains in the groin and lower back. Eat more fish oil. Also a shot across my bows about picking up any heavy shit. Stop it.
As for the spots in the brain. Yeah. Not great. The doc mentioned that out of 16 patients last week, 4 had the same thing, however in my case it was probable it was migraines. But. A big but. An MRI should be repeated next year to check on the stability of my grey lump to see whether things were getting worse. In the meantime, any changes in mood or numbness or etc and it would need to be investigated further. The spectre of something sinister like MS continues to lurk in the background. Most definitely not an all clear.
Low immune system. Likely because of fighting recent infections. The doc thought as I seemed to be slightly improving that it should improve over the next 3 to 6 months ! But that further blood tests should be done to check that things were not getting worse.
Other than that, the scans and tests couldn't tell me exactly what was going on with me, other than signs of viral damage, infection fighting, and some... peculiar dents and dings.
This leaves me with the CT scans performed by the NHS to see if they turn up anything.
And a mystery long "viral" malaise that continues.

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