Well, that ... I could not follow my plan of the previous post because on Monday I started to bleed from the throat, at first I thought it was nothing and I swallowed the blood, thought it was a simple hemorrágea to cut up ... but over time I realized that no, he was bleeding too much and that this did not stop.
I got home and mentioned it to my parents, as they finished eating they took me to the ER, I thought "that well, I will not eat today"
I arrived at the hospital and after a first review (which I did a lot damage) reported that they would take me to comment and I would enter.
At that time I think my nmadre gave him something, s epuso pale and had to leave to take the air, he burst into tears ... gave me lots of grief, but when he said "mom that you will join me is me, and you look like the sick," laughed and we were able to calm some of the tension. Once
observation boxers met Marta, a young girl who had just taken out the title of nursing assistant. It was super nice, we connected the moment and I was glad to have someone more or less my age with whom to speak. Gonzalo also met a guy that was doing quite mono practices.
The hours intrined made me lying on that stretcher, after a time I started talking to other patients, a young man who was nothing, a white-haired gentleman and his wife, both very nice (the lady reminded me of my grandmother) and a middle-aged man, who apparently was a famous flamenco singer.
The older man had given him something in the heart, apparently suffered enough of it, and the famous do not know, he said it was sugar and blood pressure but by what he said was something cerebral Marta ... I certainly do not rule it out because he spoke quite rare, auqneu this does not prevent him from talking on the phone (it is prohibited in hospitals because they interfere with the machines) despite the personal quarrels.
At nine or so they told me they had to have surgery, apparently in the previous operation of tonsils to the ten days had formed a crust that was a sort of detached coábulo Devi desanfraría burn or me ... in fact I was already dizzy and all for the loss of blood ...
About ten or eleven (in the hospital lost track of time) I went to the operating room where I slept, I did the operation and lavage to remove all snagre he had swallowed.
Then I went to the ICU where my conscience excasos let me know John, a Canadian and a crazy little woman who just had twins.
spent enough time between pain and calmntes up llevraon me into the room, there kept saying that it hurt and was going to throw qe (not why) until I got Primperan for nausea and calming ...
The next day I woke up better, my poor mother had stayed with me all night and morning brought me magazines, and anything to entertain me (for the first time in my life I realized that it is a solace woman) The days went slow and boring, they brought me food and I had to eat ... I think that and have the intravenous drip day and night was the worst ...
Today I got home and the first thing I did was drame super relaxing shower ... and not much else to say, that unfortunately will be missing classes T ^ T and eating until next Monday but I can not do anything to uu perefiero Staying recover well and then worry about it ^ ^
it sounds amazing in the hospital had each and every one of the PUTA ate kcal OBSESSION! the good thing is that I can eat those little things and I book ...
do not know, I guess this time in the hospital, though short, not only have helped me realize how important it is to appreciate the little things of everyday life, being optimistic, because a lot of people are in worse situations to yours, to assess the youth and love and understanding above all else has my mother, who was with me from minute one ... has shown me that although we emntalidades different and clashes often I want and I've learned to love it:)
with my parents is another story but good lol
MANY CALORIES WITHOUT MY PRINCESS KISSES!
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