The Evidence Based Recovery

Meningitis B arrived without warning, on Christmas day At the time, I was a student. It began in a way that felt almost routine: flu-like symptoms, a headache, the kind you assume will pass. By the evening, it had escalated beyond anything familiar. I could barely lift my head, forming words to explain how unwell I felt was impossible

Conn’s syndrome did not arrive as a diagnosis. It arrived as a slow, illogical sequence of events and odd symptoms. At the time, I was living in the United States. It was the start of the pandemic, and I had just had my second child after an unremarkable pregnancy. I relocated from the East coast to the West, a place with no friends or support network.