My friends and mum left and I was relieved. However it went from feeling awful to better again then through the night it got to the absolute worst. I was in pain like I cannot explain. My head felt like it was constantly exploding. I kept buzzing my button to call the doctors and ask for painkillers. They gave me some and I would watch the clock telling myself just give them half an hour, the pain will be better. But nothing happened. I buzzed again and again and have many different types but still, to me, it was like they were just giving me sugary sweets. In the end I was put on morphine – which made my headache bearable. I can’t remember what happened or where I was/what time it was the next day. I just remember lots of nurses looking at my rash and telling me I was being treated for meningitis. I was too ill to really respond to this. I wasn’t scared or upset, just sick. I had scans and was prodded my all sorts of crazy things and I was here and there between rooms and people. I was there for 3 weeks.
The 2nd week I developed a severe arthritis. So although the headaches were getting better, my movement degenerated. I couldn’t shower or feed myself. I couldn’t get off my bed or walk without help. This was when I got scared, they didn’t know whether this would be permanent or not. But it wasn’t, and in January 2012, 14 months after being admitted with the disease, after lots of steroids, blood tests and check-ups, I got discharged from the hospital.
I’m completely fine – and I managed to catch up with all my university work! I couldn’t have done it all without my parents and friends so I thank them very much. And the doctors and nurses were great – always calm and super friendly. I feel, especially in hindsight, like I am literally the luckiest person ever.