My meningitis story begins in March 2004.
I was in my first year of university when I began to feel very strange on a weekend visit home. I suspected I had food poisoning but little did I know what was in store for me. Two days later I was lying on the sofa almost dead. Luckily my GP recognised the symptoms over the phone and told my mum to call an ambulance for suspected meningitis. He saved my life. I had meningococcal meningitis (the rare W135 strain) and septicaemia. During the next few hours I lost my health forever. I am now partially deaf and wear hearing aids, have balance problems, a constant headache, tinnitus and other problems which I don’t want to go in to. On the positive side I am lucky to be alive. All the doctors thought I would die or at the least have severe brain damage, blindness or/and amputations. I have none of these so am, in a strange way, very lucky.