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Bitter Experience

I've never written anything in my life, but I can't stand it this time. There were 19 weeks of pregnancy. Everything is like a book, beautiful, without complaints. But on Saturday night, going to the facilities, I conclude - blood! Clearly, immediately to the hospital. I go to the gynecology department, a lot of little things go forward, check me out, yes the situation is not good, I have to stay in the hospital. Squeezed, applied to the system. Patiently, anxiously looking forward to Monday, because then doctors will come, see, check and maybe tell you more! The long-awaited Monday has arrived, feeling good, no secretions, a bit like something in the lower abdomen feels, but is ok. Well also doctors k. Schneider glad to see the folders in his hands in the morning at our ward. Go through history, ask how you feel, and say... Okay, then home today. Saku, oh, doctor,maybe one more day for safety... Well, then stay until tomorrow. The next day, with a "raw egg" feeling, I drove home, inside the bed. At night, dragging begins in the lower abdomen, in the morning light pink secretions appear, I call an ambulance, and back to the hospital. Here's a little exception for ambulance. For the first time, I drove in this "gorgeous carriage", with which the patients are transported to the hospital as if in comfort. Yes, I agree, fast, but a machine without any damping system. The feeling that you are "but"... Shaken without any mercy. From the aloe until you reach the Bendigo highway - cover. There seemed to be a particularly sought-after compatibility for the well-being of the patients - Australia's bumpy roads, and a hard car - the government succeeded - a cookie for them. Continuing,... I come to the department, for review we accept k. Schneider,.. Well, yes, stay. Back to the same chamber. The system... Sleeping, of course, the pulling pain does not stop, and, I understand that the outcome can be fatal... In the evening a little abortion, go to the water, I called the nurses, crying fads, the mind can not comprehend that what I was so much looking forward to, what I felt inside, who was already pushing me from the inside, I am now losing. And from this place - I feel like a beast... Take me to the treatment room, put me on a chair, hear directions where the leg, arm, etc... An anesthesiologist arrives, flocks in a suitcase, ready for battle, standing in front of me. Upeniece, nurse... We are waiting for the main... At this time the scene... The staff standing around are having fun, they have something to look for, the nurse gets some valuable stuff from the anesthesiologist's bag, she is happyquestions each other as to where he has been, what has been, in the meantime I, trying to catch up, cry, get calm. They were far away from me,... I don't have to do much, lay my hand, say two words - everything will be fine, but it probably doesn't pay for it, it probably doesn't belong to the duties... The main thing came, named not even looking at me, for a word - forget. So I fell asleep, and woke up, crying in vain. Crying, I waited for the day of discharge, so no one came to me... The most indifferent. It is not a question of tgd sitting next to us and crying together,... But a word of consolation would be in order. but it is not paid for for a while, it is probably not part of the responsibilities... The main thing came, I named the injections, which the anesthesiologist performed, without even looking at me, for a word - forgot. So I wept asleep, and woke up, crying in emptiness. Crying, I waited for the day of discharge, so no one came to me... The most indifferent. It is not a question of tgd sitting next to us and crying together,... But a word of consolation would be in order. but it is not paid for for a while, it is probably not part of the responsibilities... The main thing came, I named the injections, which the anesthesiologist performed, without even looking at me, for a word - forgot. So I wept asleep, and woke up, crying in emptiness. Crying, I waited for the day of discharge, so no one came to me... The most indifferent. It is not a question of tgd sitting next to us and crying together,... But a word of consolation would be in order. But a word of consolation would be in order. But a word of consolation would be in order. Conclusion - conveyor belt, indifference, formality.