I was diagnosed with meningococcal septicaemia four years ago, when I was 13.
I first felt the symptoms on a Sunday night when I was chatting with some friends. My first symptoms were stiff, painful joints and muscles. I thought this was because I worked myself too hard during P.E. Little did I know I was carrying a deadly disease. I said goodbye to my friends and walked home. It would normally have taken me 5 minutes to walk; it took me an agonizing 15 minutes.
There, I was in complete isolation, apart from family and hospital staff. I was meant to have the spinal tap, but as I had all the symptoms and they took a sample of my rash they were certain what it was. On my first night I was throwing up every 15 minutes in the early hours of the morning and woken up by regular blood pressure tests. I did not eat anything for about 4 days, leaving me to lose half a stone. After a week had passed, I was told I could go home, until they noticed a rash. I had an allergic reaction to the penicillin, leading me to have to stay another night in the hospital, but this time I was allowed to wander round. I am teaching myself to walk again.
I was allowed out the following day, but my mother couldn't pick me up, so I had to call my father. Then I found out he was on compassionate leave, which was expected. What I was told next took my breath away. He was in Italy with his girlfriend who he had been dating for a mere month. He was taking a vacation whilst I was in hospital with a rare disease. What's more is that he was getting paid for it! Luckily I came out with no disabilities and found out what kind of father I really had.