In hindsight I can see now how ill I was but one take home message is that when you start to get meningitis you simply lose the ability to think clearly. When I paid for some petrol that night I could hardly walk into the garage. Also another message is to use your gut instinct in these types of situations. If a friend seems out of sorts for whatever reason, something could be very wrong indeed.
Gut feelings are rarely wrong.
I struggled through the night being sick and feeling so dreadful. The next day, alone in the hotel, I felt so ill I suddenly realised something was very wrong, my head felt like it was going to burst open. Never have I experienced such incredible pain. I just about struggled out of the room and collapsed. Fortunately the wonderful owners of the small hotel came upstairs to see how I was, found me collapsed and immediately called a doctor who was there within minutes. They probably saved my life.
I wondered why the doctor’s voice was shaking – he immediately worked out what was happening and could see how sick I was. I was semi-conscious. The next thing I knew two paramedics were next to me and again I wondered why they were being so attentive. The next thing I knew it was six days later. It had taken an hour to get me to Shrewsbury Hospital where I was taken to ITU and ventilated. My pregnant wife was told to prepare herself for the worst. I started to get a septic rash. My blood pressure was very bad as were oxygen levels in my blood.