Fast forward a few days and I woke up in intensive care, well aware of where I was (which I must have picked up from people talking to me whilst I was in an induced coma). I've felt better; my body ached everywhere and I felt weak. The infamous rash was starting to wear off – it was probably the last symptom I developed. I had no memory of what had happened but from speaking to family members I now know I was rushed to hospital, and after the doctors realised the seriousness of my condition I was transferred to a larger hospital and immediately placed in an induced coma. The doctors had estimated my chances of survival at 20%. I was later told by one doctor he actually thought my chances were closer to zero. It was later confirmed that I had contracted meningitis A, B and W along with septicemia.
Thinking back now, I just felt numb. I wasn't in any state to realise the magnitude of the situation and it took me some time to really take stock of how ill I had been.
I was transferred back to the local hospital and after two weeks of intensive treatment I was discharged – I'd lost around 5 stone, had double vision (my eyes were so tired they constantly twitched), was unable to speak due to the intubation irritating my vocal chords and I still had a tingling sensation at the top of my spinal cord. But I was lucky, I hadn't lost any limbs and I had survived – now I just wanted to forget about it. Unfortunately my body had other ideas.