Well after a recovery largaaa I'm back and I returned to my good little crooked but complete completita
about three months ago I had a little problem with my right leg (sprained) by a fall from there I got a bruise on his left leg same never took off because I had k be rested for a while, and recovered from the sprained went back to trabajarrr Uju! But the joy did not last long, when I went to IMSS to give me high you tell your doctor that my left leg hurt me even more ke much of the problem, I told him that even walked crooked and the only thing I said was k (take a diclofenac every 8 hr for 7 diasy back to work) and so what I did next day I ran out of pills that Incidentally k only lasted me the exact week that said, my leg started to inchar little by little, I remember it was a normal Saturday to reach the house of my mother I felt worse every time the leg more and more inchada red, and then went to a private doctor who gave me some antibiotics a ketorolac lollipops for being my good girl and sent me to my house and told me on Monday and would be showing improvement, the Saturday night me and hurt me a lot of leg, head and started with temperature, did not go to emergency room because that night was safe enclosure balazera and all places were full of gangsters, we retired to our house to suffer all night because the pain became unbearable, the Next morning they drive to another doctor for a particular kk I saw immediately that it poked her face WTFF?? and sent me straight to that and certainly warranted porke surgery and I to face with: (snif snif, total went for my love and my ap porke truth and I did not feel like riding or eat or talk or even live pain, my insurance switched me to the were like 30 min and never treated my headache and my mouth were going to increase, so my mother decided to take me to the Red Cross (for finnn) I spend my suerito I connect my painkillers to get high for a while and send me a note SKIP TO URGE THE SURGERY insurance, get insurance again and spend two days in the ER, with my poor mother standing beside me a (porke not let them be seated) and no let me get off the stretcher and my fever worsened from 35 to 37 and finally to 42 Graditas hayaban not pass it down as an antibiotic to another and so, one night total pity on me and pass Surgery, (and at that time was bringing the leg as INFECTED by the bruise that was already cracking and I could not support it at all) total recovery happen to me I get my bandage on my leg and go to the operating room, and there I slept and I opened kk something bad happened, I piped porke me shouted and even after half an hour I went to recovery where I expected my mum (mom for taking care graxxx much I will be eternally grateful for giving me life and take care, I ke kieres ke te pay a pss nietoo but we'll see )......
Pass an entire day and a half in recovery until the nurses noticed that he already had a lot of time there k no medical personnel came to see me, wave kk kk asked me and I finally went to ground, and being there to spend three days without eating at the point of glucose at bad it was I spent three times more to the operating room to open more and more the bujero my leg until one day I said, if the infection does not give up we will have to amputate his leg and I ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, trimmers I felt sad and overwhelmed even remember I cry with shock and sadness ke gave me the next day and magically gave the nail with the antibiotic, I went once more to the operating room and started to give the infection, it is clear with a hole on the size of a sony Ericsson W560 is more and celularcito pal was too big I could see the bone does not an ugly ugly thing .....
I remember my second time in the OR I was mistaken for Jane Doe 65 with necrotic finger amputacon ready for the member, and I even threw up pa k file were not a mistake, and when it finally achieves kk understand that my fingers were well kk was only 26 years and and k my name was not Jane Doe, were the bearers to laugh and laugh assholes they said porke jajajaj k you remember the dude cut off his leg and was the other jajajajaja (I swear by ke god desseee dead at the time) there was a doctor himself chaparrita chinlanga voice believed to be God, porke me said I am the daughter of a bitch merititto graduate of Hell and I am Surgeon internal Valemadrista this Hoospital good good not say so but I hear it so his exact words were (I am so I am medical doctor and surgeon who graduated from no where and are internal Ciraj this hospital and is exactly what i I do)
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and clear with your words trankilizaaasss me a lot, damn Hittler estubo doing it when I got there cuts lidocaine and did as k to, I tie the table began to cut sufriiii as ever, I cried like never had done anguish pain until I fainted and then woke up crying lol and threatened me that if I was still crying were going to leave out of there so k pss me calm and when I took my little bed of niuuu ..
A weekend get a doctor Cabron kk is believed to cure me and so no mercy stalk me until I bleed, to tell them that there Cabia an entire hand, total k was so much pain I'm clinging to the bed and cry suffering ....
In those moments of anguish, Laura was the daughter of a roommate cantabaaa belloooo and songs so if you doubt that God was with me she was always reminded me that there ... Thanks Laura !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And so to me sacarn qe insurance because of Gomez Cerezo pss shootout and there were no empty beds and fourth k and avoid bullets into the safe ... Already
house of my mistress, I followed my recovery between care ke gave me and ozone therapies are sending me where I think I may soon say goodbye to this case so poor ...
Right now I am already in my house, I am somewhat sad porke these dates are never good, in September nine years ago my grandmother died and I realized she was pregnant and on 25 October, I made a curettage not work out believe the fact that pa was not born to be a mom and then we hit the problem with my leg in the ke there are times it hurts a lot and there are times in ke I forget because I hit the grave severe depression not stop mourn kkk every morning in the company of Vengaaa joy (as well as right now I already won the tears )....... Total between one thing and another depression continues every day, I imagine it until you return to work and I forget these things I take away .....
of pain and sorrow, the pain in the leg is a physical pain is terribleee inmensoooo ª! on my worst enemy is more painful k curettage, but the emotional pain curettage is not exceeded learn to live with that and nothing more .....
BB but never get to see your face I dreamed every day, every hour you wait, and she loves every minute you were with me, dear God command you to call for a reason unknown to me but when I want to come back and God will let me leave again Always waiting ... Grandma
're not with me but in those moments when I most needed to take care of yourself k My family felt you were there, I could smell your perfume in the operating room and were always at our side, thank you and I miss you a lot ...
k graxx They were exposed to live with me, My mother never left me, my aunt who always care me, my cousins \u200b\u200bto take care of Danny and let my aunt came to secure ehcarme a darling, my sister leave their binges to help my mother, my father visited me kkk only one day but sent me messages daily, to husband ke diary was going to see me, friends that I never forgot and they were always on the lookout with a mesajito or call , amis roommates that I made life more bearable in that place, nurses and nurses who are more work k (Porke doctors are just as k do) ... Unfortunately
lost the photos I took in the insurance and that, right now I have only the last of my leg as
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