I was told some very extreme things when I had this. I got sick on a Saturday night in my barracks was in the bathroom all night long and it was the worst sickness I'd ever had in my life I literally thought I was dying I barely was able to crawl down the hallway to a buddy of mine who I knew had a car when he woke up he jumped out of bed started getting dressed and he scooped me up and he carried me to his car to an emergency room off post I started getting Wells real soon I was feeling good but then all of a sudden all these doctors started surrounding me and then I was told my top blood pathologist in the Southeast section of the United States was called and he's flying in the next day. It was just always extremes with them like they were dealing with something new it was it was just too strange for me how all this went down. And how severe came back in Germany it was just so severe it it took no time to almost kill me both times that it happened. Then how the Army is just kind of pushed back on me throughout all these years with with trying to fight this.