I’m incredibly grateful to be leaving my story of survivorship, a story that began and almost ended on June 18, 2018. I am 27 years old. I have no significant medical history. I had been having a persistent fever of over 103 for several days prior to me going to the emergency room. I presented on arrival with a fever of 102.8 and a tachycardic heart rate of 112. Immediately, I was taken back and 4 or 5 different nurses started straight away hooking me to to different machines. I had told them I visited my primary care the day before where I was told I had a UTI. (Sepsis and Urinary Tract Infections) I was sent home with Cipro, and my doctor asked to see me back in two days, and she urged me to go to the ER if my temperature spiked above 103. When it hit 103.7 the next day I went to the emergency room.
I was in the hospital for 5 days. They could not keep my temperature down for the first 3 days. I was so cold. I begged for blankets but none would be given to me. I was in agony overall. I wet myself several times. I had never experienced “aches and pain” that were excruciating that it was nauseating just to move in the slightest. I had a team of specialists trying to figure out the source of the infection. My liver was starting to fail. I was placed on 3 different antibiotics before the finally broke and stayed gone.
I never want to experience that level of illness ever again.