On October 1st, 1999, eleven years ago today. I was going to see the doctor since I wasn't feeling well. Well...
I was in the car, not feeling well. My dad took a day off of work as he drove me as I laid my head on my mom's lap. My brother was in school. We were in Philadelphia. Seemed I was going to be in Children's Hospital for a while.
I stayed for ten days in the hospital. Seemed I had congestive Heart Failure! Heart Failure! Those were the words I just never wanted to hear again. I had to have a procedure done on the seventh of October to see how my heart was doing. Everyone felt sorry for me. They gave me letters of encouragement, good well cards and balloons, stuffed animals. It was very nice of them to do that.
I had to get blood work almost every day. Watched Toy Story almost every day (my mom banned that movie ever since). My mom took the rest of the year off of work because of my illness. She took care of me every since. My dad always called from work to check on me. Sometimes I would be ill, other times OK.
On February, I started going back to school but only for half of the time. My mom would pick me up and we did my homework together, and when September came, my mom went back to school and one of the neighbors decided to watch me. She and I became really good friends, although we did have our differences.
I had a science and math teacher come to my house since February when I was sick. They would help me with my homework and caught me up to my class. They were a male and female, in their sixties I guess. It's been a long time.
I still think about that day, eleven years ago. But, October was always a cursed month for me ever since my Papa died in 98. I still remember what happened those elven year ago, and here I am, healthy and happy. Thanks to doctors, the teachers my friends, family and my mom. She deserved most of the credit. Today, I was just picturing that fateful day. Now you know why my hospital chart is so huge, till then... Caio Bloggers!
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