Last weekend I started noticing that I was getting a little infection, and I did what I usually do... took medicine to cover up the symptoms and ignored it, thinking it would go away on its own. Didn't really notice anything else.
Thursday night... I walk downstairs to get something to eat... suddenly (VERY suddenly) I start feeling really bad. I go lay down on the couch and within moments I am FREEZING cold. I felt like someone had thrown me into the Arctic Ocean. I started shaking and shivering uncontrollably. I was shaking so bad that my muscles all felt like they were going to cramp up. My whole body hurt. I was under 2 big furry blankets. It lasted for about 10-15 minutes before I finally got warm enough that I stopped shaking so bad. John took me to the hospital, but after hearing several people complaining that they had been there for 4/5/6 hours, we decided that it could wait until the morning and I would go to my regular doctor... so we left. Neither of us wanted to watch the sun rise sitting in a tiny little hospital waiting room chair.
Friday morning I go see my doctor. I told her what had happened and she YELLED at me. She told me that I could have DIED Thursday night. (((0.0))) It was that bad. She gave me ultra-strong antibiotics and told me that if I didn't feel better by Sunday that I would have to go back to the hospital. Luckily, I am starting to feel better, so I guess no more hospital stays.
I really should have known better than to ignore it, but since I have no job and no health insurance I didn't want to have to pay to go to the doctor. It's a stupid reason.