It Started After The Snow

It was the end of Febuary, and I had went out to a concert with some friends. I remember that night perfectly, the best night I had in a long time, but when I got home the party crashed quick. I felt a little out of it, so I turned off the lights and layed down to sleep. I kept a glass of water by my bed always, because I slept in the basement and it made my throat get dry. I woke up several times that night, with a very dry throat, I went through three glasses of water. I had a bit of a sore throat for the passed 3 days, but I had a runny nose, so I figured it was just a small virus. The day after the concert, I did my normal daily routine, but I was a lot slower. From there the sore throat got worse within the next 24 hours, to the point that I couldn't even swollow my own spit without excrutiating pain. I decided I should see a doctor. I went to a local clinic, where I was told I may have Strept. They took the test and it came back negative, so they sent me home on antibiotic for Strept Throat anyways. I took the pills as directed for a week, and nothing changed. It continued to get worse and worse. During this week, I gained a fever. 102.5 - 103.2, it kept getting higher and higher. Eventually, I started vomiting, not able to keep down food, drinks, or anything that I put in my mouth. One point, my fever rose up to 104.9, my family insisted the thermometer was broken, and told me to soak in the bathtub for a while. I did as they said, and while I was in there, I broke down and cried. I began to pray for my life, I remember sitting there, lacing my fingers together, and shivering as tears started rolling down my cheeks like rapids. I told God, "Please help me, I'm not ready to die, I know something is wrong, God. Please give me the strength to fight this, please give me a cure." and I think I repeated that sentence while I cried for about 2 hours. The next day my mom drove me to the Emergency Room, and they had me on IV giving me fluids for about an hour. They said I was just dehydrated, and I had a small virus and I'd be fine in the next few days. They sent me home after the IV treatments, I felt fine for about half an hour, my throat still felt horrible, but my energy levels were a lot better. I slept for the longest time that night, I remember being scared and not able to wake up at one point. Throughout the passed two weeks since the concert, I even lost track of the time, day, and couldn't remember a lot of things. I got up the next morning around 7am for about an hour, then went back downstairs and slept some more. My aunt came downstairs around 6pm, to find me unconcious and shaking in my bed. She grabbed the thermometer, and took my temperature, 105.9... she told me to stay there and not move, and she ran upstairs, and called 911. The paramedics came to get me, when they arrived, they had some troubles getting the IV's in, I couldn't walk, my vision was blurred and fuzzy, and I couldn't understand what they were saying because my hearing sounded really fuzzy and echoed. They kept trying to keep me awake, everytime I'd start to fall asleep, they'd tap me repeatedly and say my name. Soon, they got me into the ambulence, and I arrived at Upper Valley Medical Center in Troy, Ohio.