I went to my local GP after getting a urine infection. I didn’t think anything of it, just a normal straight forward uti, I’d had them before and they’d go after a few days.
My doctor prescribed me the more common anti-biotic for it and told me I should feel better after 24 hours. Well that was on a Friday and instead of getting better I was gradually feeling worse. I was taking the anti-biotic on time like I should but by Sunday I could barely move, my temperature was reaching 38 every four hours as I was having to take paracetamol to keep it down and as soon as it wore off then back up again my temperature went.
I was aching and shivery and had a constant migraine, it felt much like the flu but worse. By Sunday evening I was due to pick my little boy up from his nanas as he’d stayed at hers the weekend so I could get on with essays. Instead my partner took me to A&E as I just knew I wasn’t right, I suspected it was kidney stones or kidney infection. I was hoping the hospital would keep me in but they sent me away after waiting for three hours with a new batch of anti-biotics. I was hugely disappointed as I was very worried that my condition would worsen.
I started to take the new anti-biotic but it didn’t help at all, my temperature was reaching nearly 39 by now, I think by Monday morning I should have phoned an ambulance but I didn’t want to cause a fuss. Monday afternoon I went back to my GP, they told me that the results from my urine test showed that the bacteria was resistant to the particular anti-biotic they had prescribed me and that the new anti-biotic should tackle the infection but I insisted she should just take my temperature and she checked my stomach. She then rang the hospital and off I went with my partner.
Once there I was assessed by various different drs. I don’t remember a lot of what happened to me in hospital but straight away I was hooked up to fluids. The drs were going with my theory of a kidney infection and they sent me for a CT scan and an ultrasound to examine them but they looked clear.
I was getting worse, aching and shivering every time the pain killers wore off. By Tuesday evening my temperature went up to 40 and my blood pressure was low. This was the first time I’d heard the word sepsis. I had sepsis and at this point I was delirious, I was in and out of sleep but I remember waking up early Wednesday morning saying I can’t breathe, my chest was tight and I started to get really scared, I thought I might have been dying. The nurses did their observations and they assured me I was ok and gave me oxygen. The drs were constantly trying different anti-biotics until they found one that started to help me. So from what I could gather the bacteria I had in me was resistant to the anti-biotic and as I gradually got worse it entered my blood stream until my body was riddled with the bacteria. I just couldn’t believe it, a little uti caused this life threatening condition. All I could think about was my little boy and I think that really helped me fight to get better. By Friday I was feeling more myself but still off food and sickly from the anti-biotics. I managed to be discharged by Saturday afternoon, home in time to be with my little boy for Mother’s Day.