I had been feeling unwell for weeks leading up to when I was admitted.
I came home for the Christmas break from university and I went to France for a festival in the French Alps with some of my friends from secondary school.
I had had a cough and cold for around a month and a half and the cold weather didn't help me, I was feeling tired a lot and stayed in the room for much of the holiday.
I got back to England the day before Christmas Eve and went home and my parents noticed I still wasn't myself so looked after me, but I wasn’t really eating much. Christmas Day and Boxing Day are now a bit of a blur but I remember not feeling excited, just feeling weak and tired a lot of the time.
We spent both days with the family, as we do every year, playing games and eating food- but I didn't really eat much and couldn't join in with everything. I remember on Christmas Day, I was falling asleep all the time and I was just so weak - I had to go upstairs part way through the day to have a nap because I felt so weak and couldn’t cope with the noise of other people. Both days, I went home and had a bath because I felt so cold and I just wanted to relax and my muscles to feel normal - I kind of put all the feelings down to just coming back from a festival.
When I woke up on December 27th, that's when I knew something was very wrong, I didn't feel like myself at all, I had a splitting headache and I could hardly move. I rang work to tell them that I wasn't coming in and then I rang the local GP to book an appointment. Mum took me to the doctors and I was unable to walk without help, I just felt so weak. I had to fill in a temporary registration form with the GP as I was now registered with the one at university, but I physically couldn't hold a pen and write anything, so my mum had to do this for me.
I vaguely remember being sat in the waiting room unable to sit up straight because I couldn't hold my body weight and lying all over the chair next to me and my mum the other side. When we went in to see the doctor, she was asking how I had been feeling etc. but I couldn't really speak much and by this point, my headache had gotten even worse. My mum did most of the speaking for me and when the GP checked my blood pressure, it was 70/41. I think she did a urine test, but my memory of the time is sketchy. She was extremely concerned, thinking it was sepsis, and admitted me into the AMU at the hospital. My dad took me straight there and I remember walking to the reception and being put into a wheelchair and wheeled off for a CT scan. Then I remember lying in a bed somewhere screaming because the lights were too bright and the beeping of machines were hurting my ears. Then I just black out.