Sarah Hildreth Rankin

That time I had flesh eating disease (and saw a leprechaun)

When I was six years old, I woke up one morning and couldn’t move. I had a fever, my right leg was swollen and I was in pain. My mum wrapped me in a ski jacket and packed me into our lime green 78’ Volkswagen, driving as quickly to the doctor’s as the snowy roads would allow. We were sent directly to the hospital where I was given a bed and hooked up to an IV in the children’s ward.