Later that day, I still wasn't getting better and seemed to be deteriorating. My brother had phoned my mum, who felt helpless to do anything, being so far away. She booked me a doctor’s appointment and my dad and her friend took me along. I couldn't even hold my head up and couldn't stand the bright light in the waiting room. I was seen by the doctor, who told me it was just a migraine and to go home to rest. I had to be let out the back door, as I was still being violently sick!
Once at home, my dad decided to leave me in peace and go back to his house. When he came back round later, I awoke to find the rash! I knew what it meant, but for some reason I wasn't scared. My older brother phoned the doctor on call who said he would ring back... My brother wasn't taking any chances, so called an ambulance. The paramedics were fantastic and even though I was going in and out of consciousness they kept me laughing!
I was rushed into A&E and was surrounded by doctors. Then I remember being told I was going to be put to sleep. I remember screaming for help, as I felt what I thought was a knife going through my head. Then it went black! I was taken to intensive care and put on a life support and dialysis machine.