Yeah, me too. I think I had it when I was 6. I remember waking up with a headache and complaining about it as well, and my mom had the good sense to take me to the doctor because she knew something was off. One of the worst, most painful experiences of my life was having a needle stuck into my spinal cord so the doctors could sample the fluid from the canal. I felt like that needle was in my back for weeks after that.
I'm hazy on the details because I've only been told about it, but as a very small child (1 or 2 years old I think) I had a severe case of bronchitis. I remember my mom telling me that she had to drive me to another city every day (about an hour away by car) to get therapy. I also think I recall her mentioning how I couldn't sleep because I was coughing so violently throughout the night. It's scary typing about it, in a way.
Because of both of these stories, I am filled with a quiet but intense rage when people talk trash about modern medicine and doctors. Many simply take for granted the progress we've made and forget that, without medicine, diseases that these days register only as mild annoyance could kill us. If it wasn't for medicine, I wouldn't be alive today, and neither would the vast majority of people I know.
