I was diagnosed with a fever blister at the age of 14, and I was not well enough to leave the house until the end of February.
The doctor was worried about how I would cope, but I just told him I was fine.
It took me a couple of weeks to be well enough, but the pain of being so sore at the end had really started to set in.
By mid-November, my parents had to go to hospital to treat me.
It was one of the worst days of my life, but my parents didn’t know I was in intensive care.
I had a lot of physical symptoms and had no idea what was going on with me.
When I woke up, I had no pain at all, but then I had some very severe abdominal pain.
I thought it was just the flu.
I didn’t feel like walking around, and the doctor had to put me on a ventilator to put pressure on the blister.
I was just so embarrassed.
I’ve never been more ashamed of myself.
I kept it bottled up, and when I finally did go to the hospital, the doctors were all very apologetic.
I started to think, What the hell am I doing?
I kept trying to walk, and then I started getting very nauseous and tired.
I knew I needed to have some tests, but it was so late that I couldn’t do it.
I remember thinking, Oh, God, what am I going to do now?
And then I remember the nurse was sitting on my bed and said, “There’s a blister here.
We can try to get you in a ventilated unit, and you can do the tests.”
And I was like, “Yeah, that’s great.
I’m going to go for the test.”
But I’m not feeling any pain at that point.
I think it was the first time I’d ever seen a blister.
The first thing I thought was, I’m having a fever and I’m in intensive, and there’s no way I’m coming out alive.
And then the nurse said, I have to take you to a vent.
But I kept saying no, I need to do the test.
The next day I woke, and my temperature was normal.
The nurse was there, but she was really nervous, so she said, Well, can I take you there?
I’m just going to take her upstairs, and she took me to the room where the ventilators were.
The only way I could get the vent out was to do all the tests, so I had to do that on my own.
But the nurse didn’t say anything.
She just stood there and stared at me, and it felt like she was going to tell me that I had been lying.
She said, You can do it, but you’ve got to keep quiet.
I just kept thinking, What am I supposed to do?
The nurses had the vent in my room, but they had a very tight-fitting ventilating collar on the top of the bed.
It just didn’t fit in.
So I had the collar in my head and my neck, and everything was tight.
I felt like I was having a seizure.
I couldn´t breathe, I couldn`t feel my hands.
I would have a seizure for like 30 seconds, and at that moment, I just knew I was going out of my mind.
I couldnt think straight.
I literally started crying.
And the nurse finally said, How are you doing?
And I said, Oh my God, I’ve had a fever for the last six days, and they told me that it was because I hadn’t eaten anything.
I went to bed that night, and all of a sudden, my body was just like, Oh god, it’s the flu, it`s not the flu!
And it was really frightening.
I woke in the middle of the night the next day and was like I can’t believe I had that fever.
I wasn’t really able to walk for about two weeks, and a few weeks later, I started feeling better.
The symptoms were different every time I was sick, but as the days went on, I found I was getting better.
I got to the point where I didn`t have any pain anymore, and once I got back into the hospital after a week, the nurse called me up and said that they had found the cause of my fever.
They were testing for the virus in my lungs and blood, and their results showed that I have CFH (Coccidioidomycosis).
They had no symptoms whatsoever.
I still had a sore throat, but nothing serious.
But what really scared me the most was the way they were treating me.
I’d never seen anybody treat me like this before.
I ended up staying with the nurse in the intensive care unit for two weeks.
The nurses were very