I told him. Other times I have told how I came to fentanyl patches, morphine.
, 2010 Celebrating the Kings played going to bring what they had left here by mistake, the happy pages. Children know best those who do not kiss, and in these, mine, when he had stuck to the cheeks lead dropped to one knee and popped the finger me and I broke a bone. Since then pain. It was all clear. And journey from consultation to consultation and no one would listen to anyone over nine diagnoses, and now is ischemia, it is now something else, because nobody wanted to see the x-ray broken bone injury and a lack of irrigation, but my doctor family. But the pyramid of power in medicine is such that it is impossible to see a specialist who sees someone in primary school. To top Carlos Haya Hospital I transplanted, called a P10 that I treat the injury at the Day Hospital of Endocrinology, Virgen del Rocío, because I live in Seville, where, with the reason given the role, refused to assist me, because there was no grade two injury. If the paper says, going to church. And with the P10 are cleaned what I know.
As the months passed, pain and infections. A sore as hell at the tip of the finger that no one dared to remove, because only the friction was unbearable, and when in doubt ... blame it on the nail, if fungi that if her mother. And in September, tired and crying after touching me again in the School of Podiatry, without a role to take me to hand, because nobody has left no trace of the process (I doubt that there is less literature of any other case), discussing with Professor Martinez Camus, I agree there begin to heal. The only place I have had the courage to take the final was a clinical area of \u200b\u200ba university, and I always wonder how can this be.
The pain has been increasing, and the extent of the injury (the phalanx is now on the air) because not enough blood for severe aortic stenosis there is to see if it can intervene. When I went to morphine could only remember those who love and were in oncology, and my first thought: this is already the end, but many promising, seeing the seriousness of the case in part, to come out of this. The bias, which is bad.
Now there are two paths. One is to fix the heart, and promise to walk Lazarus, who get up and walk. But most of those who go after cardiac surgery is an infection and I have all the points with open source and immunosuppression balls. The second is to cut to the chase first. And healed the wound (to the height of the joint, ankle or knee, which I give a damn, the thing is to have a heart), valvular intervention.
I have good surgeons and a team of luxury, but then what?. ICU to the ball, and so they put you next to an infectious, that the mule francis. I prefer the mule, of course, until I hit nothing but whinny. At its meeting of 22 among those running UCI transplant associations and management, we promise to make an effort to make these things happen. Proment But because they are happening. And then? As a plant. And what I find there and I imagine it. Running. I am out running on one leg or feet first, but I'll go. This if the first thrown by the engine. But if the wheel is what will happen?, "Give me time to heal everything and can take you before, to ride roughshod angina, no morphine conceal?
worst plays when you face who decides wheel or motor. Each sees a pate of the problem: the mechanics who know do not want to see piston wheel and the wheels are not paid by motors. With so much politicking clinical management units as private companies, faced with defense budgets and no people, no one is willing to listen to anyone.
From Primary, nothing, one of the emergency physicians advised me write for a commission of experts. It sounded a committee of wise men and the Jedi and the Force be with you. At this rate, all the force be with me. And the day to squeeze pain, strength, shine by their absence. Like today. I dreamed I was on an operating room was freezing cold and affected me both at the foot would not stop mourn, and woke up.
A committee of experts ... not agree or to see if they correspond to assist me, as I touch the balls with a committee fry me to death ...
In Podiatry again I have to say I cut my leg. And my teacher, which I appreciate, like the rest of my other "teachers" from there, asking me to wait and see what they decide after the catheterization, which is already. That decide now. Every day I'm more angry, more hurt, and I feel more alone in the middle of this chain of irresponsibility structured five-year plans "I do not see you play." Decide now, not going to kill me, because I have many projects yet, and fights to win. To decide or I decide.
Beatriz González Villegas.
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