Adam was a happy, healthy eight year old. Our evening at home had been like any other. Adam had gone to bed normally but woke in the early hours very distressed. His temperature shot up and he appeared quite unwell. He complained of pain in his tummy and his legs. I took him to the out of hours GP, they said he must have a virus. We returned home, Adam went to bed. He was no better in the afternoon, we saw our own GP who arranged admission to hospital.
Next morning Adam seemed better, he was discharged early afternoon. By tea time he was complaining bitterly of headaches, he ached , he didn’t like the lights and he started vomiting. There was no rash. Instinctively I had looked for one. Phew I though at the time it can’t be meningitis.