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[–] piratse 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago  (edited ago)

I was about 17 and got a major infection. I didn't know it at the time, obviously. I was at my best friends house in the summer (Texas) just chilling and playing video game but I was extremely cold. I thought his mom had the A/C on full blast. So I throw a blanket on and I'm SHAKING. I felt like I was in the snow with just shorts on. I suddenly got tired and laid in his bed while shivering my ass off and sweating. It was about 20 minutes and I decided I was getting worse (it happened so fast), I decided to drive to the local clinic. We lived in a town with about 2k people and we had a clinic and a small hospital. Two of my friends parents were the doctors for these places so I went to the clinic looking for Dr. Q. I went to the receptionist, still sweating and fucking freezing like I was sitting in an ice bath. I asked for a water fountain and went for a drink. I remember leaning over to drink then BAM I black out. The next thing I remember I was in an ambulance heading to the hospital. When I got there they put me in a little waiting room (with one of those tables with the shitty butcher paper on it) and I blacked out THREE more times. Again this was a small hospital with ONE doctor on duty, so I don't blame them, they had a lot going on. The BEST part IMO is this. I kept passing out on this table and waking up confused and sweating. The second time I wake up and I hear this sweet little black lady in the room next to me (they were curtain "rooms" not walled off) literally say "ohhhh I think I shit myself." I was very weak at this point and I let out a "HA" and passed out one more time. I woke up with my friends dad in my face and I was sitting in a wheel chair. They took me to get some xrays and run test. I could barely feel my legs at this point, they didn't feel numb it just felt like they weren't there. They helped me stand for an xray and I vomited stomach acid all over the floor. I was in the hospital for a few weeks trying to recover. I couldn't use my legs for about 2 weeks, I had to be showered by my other friends mom (she was a nurse). And no, it wasn't sexy because I was fucking miserable. I had to piss and shit laying in bed, and it burned like 1000 knives that were on fire, crafted by Satan himself, when I urinated. It was so bad I almost passed out from the pain. I would try to avoid pissing as much as possible. I made a full recovery, but holy shit it was scary. This is an "I almost died" story because the infection was so bad if I had not gone to the Hospital that day I likely would have died (according to my doctor).