An ambulance was rang, and by this time I was so weak, it hurt to open my eyes. I felt like someone was hitting my head with a sledgehammer and I had a temperature. Despite displaying all the symptoms my blood work came back fine, and I was released home with co-codamol as doctors explained that it was a tension headache. The following day was much the same and again an ambulance was called as I was so ill, however doctors were reluctant do run any tests as they felt it was not worth it, at this point I barely remember the final night I spent at home, I only remember being in the ambulance again for the third time on the way to A&E, my husband looked very concerned and an paramedic was asking me questions but I was unable to answer.
Once at the hospital a doctor gave me morphine for the pain, and I was admitted to a ward, I had a lumbar puncture and started immediately on antibiotics. I drifted in and out of consciousness for several days as doctors explained to my family that it was up to my body to fight the meningitis. My family took it in turns to sit with by my bedside day and night, while also helping my husband look after our 6 week old son.
Luckily, after a several days of powerful antibiotics I started to turn a corner. I remained in hospital for 2 weeks before doctors reluctantly discharged me, but I needed to be at home with my son, we were still only getting to know each other after all. I had to return two hospital 3 times a day for 7 more days for my IV antibiotics.
Luckily I made a full recovery, my hearing has been affected slightly, but it’s a small price to pay, as things could have been a lot worse. I still worry now when I get headaches, and I am constantly on edge that my son who is now 17 months will get meningitis. It was an illness that I knew very little about, but I am aware that things could have ended so differently, and I feel so lucky.