Sadly, the hospital was very un-responsive and it was some three hours before they were happy to treat me for meningitis. I was not in a position to have a lumbar puncture, but for my parents the next 48 hours were touch and go, particularly since I had stopped breathing at least once in the first three hours.
The next thing I recall was waking up in a hospital being informed that it was Saturday and that I had been extremely ill. Nothing can comprehend what my relatives and in particular my parents went through, to whom I will always remain eternally grateful. However, I still live with the questions of why, where and what if. I am glad to say, that despite medical assessments at first I fully recovered despite some minor alignments such as stiffness and some scarring, but I am so lucky.
The worrying thing is how people cannot comprehend that a 35 year old fit human can contract the disease. The misconception is that it affects children but this is clearly not the case.