My Meningitis Story
In 1983, at the age of just 2, I became seriously ill with bacterial meningitis, which at that time was not diagnosed until days after my symptoms become too worrying. I can say that I was fortunate because I survived, yet I will bear the consequences of this insidious disease for the rest of my life. I stayed in hospital for a few weeks. After being discharged, I was frustrated and my behaviour was very erratic. I kept hiding, I was not adapting to being at home. The week leading up to the day I went to the hospital I had been complaining about pain and stiffness in my neck, along with a headache, and that I was feeling nauseous and vomiting. By then my temperature had risen and my older sister, Nanou, tells me that during this time I was also put into a bed of ice to help cool down my body. My mother took me to see my doctor and he thought I had the flu. Mother called the doctor again and he thought I might not be over the flu yet. But within hours I was eve