Posted September 25, 2018 12:07:24A life-saving operation was the first thing I thought of after the night of December 18, 2017.
It was one of the most intense moments of my life, but one that I never thought would be possible.
I was rushed to hospital on December 23, 2017, when I began to feel unwell, and I was put into intensive care.
A week later, I was released.
My family and I were in the back of a car in the driveway, waiting for me to be taken to the hospital.
It felt like something out of a sci-fi film, but I was actually very excited and excited to see the doctors.
They gave me a big smile and I could see that they were really excited to do this.
As I stood there waiting for my ambulance to come, I thought, what’s happening to me?
I was lying on the floor in the ICU with a huge, red, bleeding wound.
I could feel blood in my arm.
It felt like a gunshot.
The pain was intense.
I started to cry, but then my mum came in.
I started to talk to her, telling her what happened and why I was there.
It took a while to realise what was happening.
I was in the middle of a very stressful situation, but she was the person who was going to be there to comfort me and give me some answers.
We knew the first three days of my recovery were going to take a lot of time, and there was no way I was going anywhere without her.
She was in a different place from the rest of us.
She had been working for the hospital and was doing very well.
It was just the two of us who were together that was taking the longest.
When I was first discharged, I felt like I had lost a lot.
I had no idea how to cope.
I lost my appetite, my energy and my mental strength.
It took me a long time to come to terms with it.
After three weeks, I realised I was not alone.
I knew it was not going to happen again, and that I had a family to look after.
But it was too late.
My mum was working at the hospital for a long period of time and was also working very hard, but at the time, it was hard to look out for me.
I thought, I have to get back to my family now.
I had no money, so I couldn’t afford to go to the doctors and wait for my operation.
So I went back to the house where I lived and I asked my mum if I could come back.
She said, ‘I will send you a letter, but first you need to come and have a chat with me.’
I did that and I started having these horrible nightmares.
I thought I was dying and that they would kill me.
Then, I had this horrible dream in the hospital that the doctors were taking me to the operating theatre, and it just didn’t feel right.
It just didn and I kept waking up in the dark, crying, and asking, ‘What’s happening?
Where am I?’
I was screaming at them, and they were saying, ‘You don’t have to come’.
I said, [my mum] I want to go and have some sleep.’
It was like a dream.
I woke up the next morning and I had to call my mum and tell her that I was fine and I wanted to go home.
But she said, you don’t need to go.
You can come back if you want, but you can’t go back until you get out of the hospital because you’re already dead.
The day after, my mum went into the surgery and found me lying on my back in the operating suite.
I said to her: ‘I don’t want to come back, I want some sleep’.
And I said, I’m not going back until I get out, but if you have any money, I’ll pay for your hospital bed.
I couldn’t get a bed because I was on a ventilator.
She was very, very grateful, and we got married the following year.
The only thing that happened was that I got a letter that my parents had given me, which said that I could go home, but they would have to pay for the bed.
It turned out that my mum was a nurse, and she got me into the hospital when I was five, because she didn’t have the money to go into private surgery.
So she did that.
She had me in intensive care for two weeks, and then she got out.
I think she was really excited about my return to life, because I had been in intensive the previous two weeks.
It gave her hope that she was going in the right direction, and now she has that hope.
I never thought I would be able to go back.
I just hoped it would be