I got a rash the first time I got the flu.
I got a cold, which was fine.
I was healthy.
I didn’t have any symptoms.
After a while, I started having a lot of colds.
My first cold I was diagnosed with.
And then, at the beginning of October, a cold in my face was diagnosed.
It felt like I was going to faint.
It was like a mild asthma attack.
This is when I realized that my cold was contagious.
That was the beginning.
The flu started.
As I got worse, I realized it was spreading.
I started seeing my doctor more often.
They asked me, “What do you have to say to someone who has a cold and who’s already infected?”
I was like, “I’m not sick.
I’m just not feeling well.”
My doctor told me that I had a viral strain of the influenza virus, and they recommended antibiotics to me.
But I didn’ realize that they were going to do me a disservice by putting antibiotics on me.
I had no idea what was going on.
The doctors were like, Oh, this is what we’re doing.
We’re going to take care of you.
They put antibiotics on.
I thought, I’ve been in this business for 10 years, and I’ve never had this happen.
It felt like my life was over.
A few days later, I got sick again.
At first I thought I was having a fever.
When the doctor put me on antibiotics, I was thinking, Oh no, this could be a case of influenza, right?
Then the flu started spreading.
We’re talking like 20-30 people a day, with more than 100 cases a day.
I remember thinking, We’re at a point where I have to take my own life.
It feels like my body is just about dying.
Doctors are treating me for the virus, but they don’t want to get sick.
“If I don’t get antibiotics, they are going to send me to the emergency room.”
The hospital, the emergency department, they were telling me, Oh my God, you can’t do this.
I can’t breathe.
So I went to a hospital emergency room.
Every day, I would just get sicker.
If I wasn’t sick, I wouldn’t be here.
I don’ t think they had any idea how bad it was.
Because I was sick, they put me into isolation and said, Oh we’re sorry, we can’t treat you.
I have no idea.
It wasn’ t until one day that they finally took me to a doctor.
His name was Dr. Mark.
I said, Doctor, I need antibiotics.
He looked at me and said: Are you sure?
I said yes.
Dr. I could die.
Dr. Mark is a cardiologist and is one of the best doctors I’ve ever seen.
He said, I’m sorry, but we can’ t treat you right now.
I felt really sad.
He had already taken my life.
I asked him why he was treating me.
He said, Because I’m so sick.
It’ s not like I’m dying.
I think I could be in the ICU right now if I was ill.
There was nothing I could do.
On the first day of antibiotics, my body was in agony.
What I thought was my life coming to an end, was in fact, my lungs.
I just had to breathe.
I couldn’ t take any more.
By the time I went into the IC, I thought my heart was going out of my chest.
Everything was going crazy.
I woke up in the hospital with a big lump in my chest that was like the size of a golf ball.
Once the doctors told me to stop breathing, I could barely talk.
I got really, really ill.
I ended up in an ICU with 40-50 other patients who had the same symptoms.
Some were very sick.
Some didn’t even have a fever, which is not uncommon for the flu, and so they started to take me to their rooms.
One of them was an 18-year-old college student.
She was a high school senior.
Her mom was working and was helping her out.
She said, You can’t take this anymore.
You’re not going to make it through this.
She took me into her room, which had all these blankets and pillows and pill bottles.
She said, If you don’t have to use the pill bottles, I will take them away.
Within minutes, I began to convulse.
She started to feel the pain and she wanted to know what the hell was going wrong.
I told her I didn`t know.
She asked, “How long