Luckily a GP who was also a family friend advised an ambulance, and that is how I found myself in hospital. I had a lumbar puncture, and many tests, none of which I remember very well at all. A few hours later, I told mum I was tired, and closed my eyes.
I was in a coma for four days, and when I came out, my body was covered in lesions and sores and soft patches that turned to mush if you poked them But I was alive, and it was easter, and there were eggs, and the only thing I cared about was that I couldn't move my arms to get to them!
The staff at St Helen's Hospital, together with the constant vigilance of my mother, saved my life, and for that I will be forever grateful.
I am now 35. I am overly emotional, and have problems dealing with rejection, or the feeling of not being good enough. I suffered with a minor form of epilepsy for a few years while at school. My short term memory is patchy at best, and my right elbow makes noises you'd expect from a bag of crisps. I get flustered easily, and tend to stutter and become skittish if pressured. I always thought that this was just me, but after reading accounts here, I am beginning to wonder.
My name is Mark, I am 35, and I survived meningitis. I am married with 4 beautiful children, and not a day goes by without the understanding of how lucky I am.