Sticks And Spells For A Princess' Love
POV Rita (title: The Descendants That Make Me Feel In Heaven)
The next day was better, but worse. Better because today I'm in the VVIP room not the ICU anymore, even though I know my application will be rejected by Audrey. It was easier for me to have offspring. Audrey moved my arms and legs, she probably held back her colleagues to tell me to stop dreaming about having a child. I took a deep breath. "Audrey, please do this for me. I want a child who can accompany me and you." I begged for a second time.
"Rita, I don't want you to die and I'm alone with your son." Audrey left me and I cried in the VVIP room bed. I would love to have a child, a walk with my husband and my son. But things made me have to recover from my congenital illness, until when someone would donate his heart to me, I thought. And tears took my cheeks. I tried to raise my hand but it was still heavy. I remember when I was 11 I was often critical and in a coma for 8 days. It also makes me sad because my body feels stiff and difficult to move. I'm on road therapy, but my leaky heart is critical but not for 8 days for an hour. Then my adoptive parents moved my legs slowly, but I was still paralyzed. A miracle happened when I was 15, I was walking but my adoptive parents told me to use a wheelchair. They were worried that I had fainted because of my epilepsy and my weak heart. And the second miracle happened when I got married, my husband was attentive to me and took care of me often, the third I could walk without oxygen even though my legs and hands were still shaking. Now the miracle is gone like the magic of the fairy godmother that was given Cinderella only until 12 pm. Now I feel tired and hard to think. While I was sleeping, Audrey opened the door to the VVIP room and brought me porridge and medicine that I should drink regularly.
"Are you healthy?" ask Audrey. I held my chest. "I'm sick. Oh, yes please don't be angry. I really want to have kids. This is my only hope. I can't cook, wash, iron and stuff." Audrey held a bowl filled with porridge, she inhaled a breath, and rolled her eyeballs. "Rita, if you want to have children. I'll obey you and we'll continue the baby tube program. I'm sorry that I've depressed you, it's like being a husband on standby with you who's sick makes me lose control." I smiled "I also know, if I was in your position I would also ban you pro..."
AUDREY POV
As Rita spoke, Rita convulsed like a fish placed on the ground. He spits out the food he eats. I picked up my phone and looked for the number on my phone calling the heart and nerve doctor. ECG monitors signaled my wife's condition is deteriorating. I compress Rita, five of my colleagues come and open the VVIP door. Steven and the other doctors made CPR to help me resuscitate Rita who was convulsing like a shocker. I am confused if I do not obey Rita, the disease relapses because my wife is easily carried away but if in his condition is increasingly critical. I remember what Steven said when I asked for permission to program baby tubes, he said my wife's condition does not allow for baby tube processing because hormone drugs can spur faster heart performance. "Rita, you must be strong against your illness" I said. "You don't worry...." When Rita replied to me, her body was tossing and convulsing like her head was stunted. Rita was put in an EEG on her head to detect nerve electricity in her head and on her chest in an ECG to detect her heart leaking if things improved or worsened, it feels like my world is falling to see Rita whose condition is weakened because the baby tube program makes her leaking heart work hard during the first stage. Between wanting to be stopped and continued makes me even more confused to find a solution. Seeing the EEG that was put on Rita's head alone made me lazy to have a child, but if I did not allow Rita's heart disease to recur due to stress and thinking about me.
"Well, what are you doing?" rita said to me in a lethargic tone. Tumben Rita called me Pah, usually calling my name or calling me mas. "while looking at the EEG monitor, you sleep first."Should I obey my wife? thought I was for umpteenth time. I want to get out to breathe fresh air so as not to stress. God save my wife. I'm just a general practitioner and can only calm her down but my wife's illness is incurable.
"Well, Papah let's go out first. Want a meeting." I'm sorry baby, I had to lie. If I didn't lie you were anxious and your illness recurred, I thought. I left my wife, headed to her foster father's room in care. But not a solution that came to my aid but rather a new problem that arose, waiting for a stem cell donor to cure a rare disease Her adoptive father was very difficult. My mind is more chaotic, seeing the obesity condition experienced by Yudi's father and his strange disease makes me want to scream. In the other ICU room I tried to make Father Yudi recover from his criticism. I took a deep breath and went into his room. I went to the bed where Yudi's father was lying with convulsions and stiff legs and arms. I massaged her belly as if it was expanding and deflating like it was about to explode, because Rita's adoptive father was breathing with his diaphragm instead of his larynx because his lungs were pneumonia but not as severe as his son's.
Now Mr. Yudi who I now see, is lying down but can not answer his wife's question, his eyes closed, his condition is getting worse. I saw Mr. Yudi convulsing, his hands trembling. I quickly left Pak Yudi and ran outside, I could not help but hold back the tears that flowed. This is what made my wife critical, he knew I was hiding his adoptive father's critical health and he thought about Mr. Yudi's condition which had not improved so much that his heart pumped blood so quickly and made him critically plus again because of the effect of the hormone drugs that he was taking put on. Good thing my wife went through a critical period and she's awake. Like my appointment to my wife, I looked up the phone and called the obstetrician.
"Hello, I'm Audrey wants to continue the baby tube program. is it possible to continue?" My guess is that my best friend agreed but did not want responsibility if my wife relapsed her nervous and heart disease. I wiped my tears and rushed to see my wife. I'm headed to the ICU, because my wife was still weak when she had a seizure. In the cardiovascular ICU room adjacent to the ICU specialized in neurological diseases. The room was VVIP, I ordered it for foster father and Rita. I opened the door and went in to see my wife.
"Well, the obstetrician wants to come to check the development of maternal fertility." When I talked to my wife, my best friend who works in the gynecology came. He went into the ICU where my wife was being treated.
"I don't want to take responsibility if it happens again." I know maybe my partner doesn't want to be accused of practicing. "I'll take charge and take off the doctor's title I used." After a few days my wife checked her menstrual cycle and injected her fertility drugs, now she needs to be in the USG whether her development is smooth. All the tools in his body were removed for the USG and inserted human chorionic gonadotropin (hCG). I drove my wife to the USG room provided by stevan's doctor at the foundation hospital to monitor the development of pregnant women with congenital heart disease.
"Well, don't worry you're strong." Hearing my wife's weak voice and being cut into pieces because of her weak brain nerves due to her nervous disorder made me unbearable. Once in the USG, Rita examined her uterus with an ultrasound.
"the USG results are good, there is no disability in the uterus, and the development can already be injected with human choronic gunadotropy (hCG), and the development is already possible, I had a blood test yesterday during hormone injections and the ultrasound results turned out to be good nothing strange."
"Still doc, for his help," said Rita who was chatting with Siska's doctor. My other colleague was busy so I called Siska, she was also a hospital with my colleague wearing a hijab. He spoke to Siska sounding weak in voice. "It's best not to continue, Miss Rika. This is very dangerous for your life.This hormone drug can make the mother's heart worse."
"I'm okay doc. Without children, I will not be strong to face my condition that is getting weaker and weaker," said Rita with a trembling tone and tears dripping down her cheeks. I hugged my wife and patted her chest so that her heart disease did not recur, while Siska was injecting hCG into my wife's body so that her uterus was fertile. "I have checked your wife's estradol levels and the follicles are also suitable" said doctor Siska. But when the injection was done, my wife was unconscious, my wife's hands and feet jerked suddenly. I've injected painkillers. Is it because his heart is weak and makes his nerves also disturbed?
I saw Rita was conscious, she was able to go through her critical period. But her condition was getting worse, Rika was screaming and convulsing, she opened her mouth because of difficulty breathing.
"Rita, relax, I'll take you to the ICU again." I pushed the hospital bed, Siska also came behind me and stroked Rita's head. Steven and his friend followed behind me, when they saw me and Siska taking a critical Rita. After arriving at the ICU, we all put EEG and ECG on Rita's head and body. I put an oxygen slang around his neck.
"Steven, my wife didn't take it off?" I'm afraid Rita is paralyzed so I asked her if she's paralyzed the tube baby program is canceled and her condition will worsen if her request is not followed.
"His condition improved, he didn't have paralysis" Steven told me. I finally breathed a sigh of relief, because yesterday Rita wanted to continue her therapy so that the baby tube program could run smoothly.
POV Rita's
Dear God, please do not let my illness recur. I want to have a child to please Audrey, my prayers are in my heart. I couldn't hold back my tears, I felt a little warm. I know my husband wiped the tears on my cheek as I cried in critical condition. I, who was born with a leaky heart and my epilepsy, can only resign to my weakened state if I am not critical but comatose. There are two options that make me sad and depressed that is paralyzed or healed but my epilepsy relapses. If I'm paralyzed who encourages my husband to work. If I recover but my epilepsy relapses can make me critical, it's because I'm unconscious and have trouble breathing. For heart-weak people like me, natural oxygen is paramount. If I crumble, my heart beats weakly or quickly because of lack of oxygen and my blood pressure drops dramatically. I have to talk to my husband, if I'm in the ICU I keep on making no progress at all and still imagine about Yudi's father who is happy with me. This would make me critical of not even being able to fight my illness.
"Darling, I told my best friend that I would take care of you at home." Thank goodness my husband thought the same as me, maybe he had promised me yesterday and talked to his partner to take me home because my condition in the hospital had not changed.
Audrey POV
I told Rita that she could come home from the hospital tonight. I saw Rita eating and talking again, but Rita's condition suddenly decreased. I saw Rita chewing, but she hadn't eaten since this morning. Rita's legs and hands jerked suddenly.
"Rita, you have to be strong. We'll be home tonight." I became very nervous, today is Rita's birthday and the doctor allowed her to go home but fate said something else.
"Suster, are the neurologists and the heart yet to come?" I was panicking, because Steven and my other colleagues were out for a while because there were nerve and heart patients who wanted to check. They both came out, after helping me pair the EEG and the oxygen slang. Siska had also come home, when she, me and my colleagues discussed Rita's problems and asked for permission to have Rita treated at my house.
"So soon stevan's doctor comes," replied the nurse who checked Rita's condition. It's just me and Sister in the ICU room. I was so panicked. Why when I want to make my wife happy, but the happiness is lost in the wind, I thought frustrated. I injected anti-seizure drugs and heart disease into Rita's hands, so she could open her eyes. The ECG and EEG sounds made me sad, Rita still closed her eyes after being injected with drugs.
"Mas... i... why?" rita's soft and Parau's voice made me sad. "Thank God you're dead." Rita can go through a critical period, I think she's going into a coma. I massaged his legs. He's so pale and limp. Steven and my other colleagues went into the ICU to check on Rita.
"Rita can you move your hand?" ask steven. Steven spoke to my wife to check on her condition.
"Doc, is a donor heart already there for me? I don't want to be like this just sitting in a wheelchair with my weak state" Rita asked Steven, he didn't answer Steven's question. Rita's thin hands and body were filled with machines and infusions.
"We've been looking for a heart donor that matches your blood type, but the results are nil." I stroked Rita and massaged her aching leg, whenever she was in pain her body was out of shock and her eyeballs were bleached and her mouth was drooling. "Dear In Shaa Allah there must be a way and you will be healed." I tried to smile so that Rita's disease did not recur and make her condition critical.
POV RITA'S
I, who was lying in the ICU withstanding my heart and nerve pain, could only surrender to God to be able to recover from my illness. I know Audrey's trying to smile so I don't frat.
"B-b-b-b-b," that's all I can say now my brain is weakened. Oh God don't make me deformed anymore. I couldn't hold my hand that moved by itself, it suddenly shook and as I wanted to hold it my gaze was twitching again. "Rita, you have to be strong. The baby tube process is not yet complete. You must wake up from your criticism."
I'm sorry, it's not my will to deal with a disease like this.
Audrey POV
I couldn't stand it anymore, Rita was breathing hard, her eyes were closed as if someone was controlling her, her lips were moving as if she was chewing. I can only resign myself to the disease and condition of Rita's leaky heart. My partner helped me put oxygen in Rita's nose, but it hasn't made Rita stable. The slang around her neck was removed by the nurse. We sucked the saliva that came out of Rita's mouth. At that time Rita's heart stopped beating, the nurse put an oxygen mask and pumped it in Rita's mouth while Steven pressed my wife's chest to make her heart beat again.
"Ready, sus," sighed Steven. While the other neurologist injects the drug into a bottle of Rita infusion. Several times Rita was given CPR, a monitor screen that recorded her heart condition is still a straight line, her blood pressure shows 80/60. Steven shakes Rita's chest, just so my wife wakes up. Until the shock to the four blood pressure and his heart had returned to normal. His blood pressure is 120/80 mm Hg, and the ECG monitor already indicates his heart rate is jagged or no longer flat line on the monitor. But Rita is in a coma, she hasn't opened her eyes when we helped from a critical moment.
I sighed and held Rita's hand, I massaged her hand so that it wouldn't stiffen and I whispered into her ear.
"Maybe you think I'm weak, Rita. But I know that I'll be by your side and that you'll be sick in a crippled or healthy state I'll still love you." I pecked my wife's forehead. I just wish he could get out of the ICU not wear life support. I came out of the ICU room where Rita was sleeping and did not open her eyes. I gave up on getting Rita to listen to my advice about canceling the pregnant program or the baby tube. I'm now just focusing on heading to the ICU room where Rita's foster father is in the care of her, when I went to the next room I saw that Rita's foster father had been moved to a special ICU just next to Rita's room lying down. In that room Mr. Yudi fell asleep with his feet and hands stiff yet to recover from the critical period. I'm really confused right now, stem cell donors haven't come from abroad, it's hard to get them. And that made Mr. Yudi his disease relapse. Every second Mr. Yudi convulsed with a stiff body, and his stomach twitched to get oxygen because Mr. Yudi inhaled a lot of CO2. At this time Rita's foster father's motto in the ICU room because of his severe condition, I checked his condition was not stable and his breathing was wheezing due to laryngospams disease. Rita's adoptive father is critical, she is in the ICU room being treated for seizure medication but on her face there is no drip attached. He once said he did not want to use the lat drive of his life, Mr. Yudi wanted to learn to breathe even though he had to fight against his illness. Steff person syndrome causes her to breathe. His hands tremor so that the ECG that beeps his voice is very loud and very fast beeps sound no spaces or pauses at all.
Once again I took a deep breath, longer, and more full of passion. I tried to find the right word to ask the situation of Mr. Yudi to his wife who was leaning on the chair next to Mr. Yudi lying with a pale face.
"News, how about Yudi sir?" I asked by stroking the stomach of the big and moving Yudi sir.
"The news is very concerning, My husband doesn't want to wear a breathing apparatus and ECG. As he was in the therapy room suddenly his body jolted itself, he had already tried not to tremor and convulsions by inhaling through his mouth. He failed to breathe oxygen, because he inhaled too much carbon dioxide continuously due to breathing difficulties, the doctor said, his lungs were wet and heart failure due to his disease that did not heal." I was so sad and sorry to see Bu Yudi, he tried hard to face Mr. Yudi's illness and tried to calm down when Mr. Yudi was in pain. I as a general practitioner can only treat the pain of Mr. Yudi, seeing his large stomach and fat body make me sad and horrified, When Mr. Yudi convulsed, he said, his stomach twitched because it was difficult to breathe and enlarged as if he wanted to explode because Mr. Yudi who used his diaphragm to breathe. His hands were shaking or trembling like a cold person. Mr. Yudi was experiencing such a tight tremor, his head lifted and returned to the pillow to lie down. His legs suddenly rose and formed 90 degrees due to his rare illness. I had opened the internet while in the workspace and asked Mr. Yudi's condition to my colleague, the possibility of him experiencing permanent paralysis due to his irregular therapy. For heart and lung surgery, the chances of success are only 1% because the heart and lungs are damaged or deformed.
Now that Mr. Yudi is installed in the machine all over his body, he is just like my wife who is in the next room lying weak. When her mouth was on the ventilator she was in pain, when the nurse injected drugs so that the ventilator was installed properly. "Did Mr Yudi refuse to use this tool so that Rita is healthy again?" that's what I can ask his wife. I saw his wife crying and nodding. Oh my God, I'm in a dilemma. My wife is sick and Mr. Yudi is also sick. Mr. Yudi forgive me for not being able to treat Rita and you. I can only relieve the pain in your body and Rita is only for a moment. I sat down for a while next to Yudi who was convulsing then I stood up and headed for the door to breathe fresh air. I went into the room where my wife was sleeping for a long time. I wiped her forehead and massaged my wife's hand, as I peeked at Rita's forehead. My wife suddenly shouted, her body jerked, her eyes were so empty as if seeing something. Oh, that's right. Why did he fail to go through a coma? why blue code? I wipe the saliva out of his mouth and I suck it so he can breathe. I'm depressed today, the donor heart for my wife and foster father has not come,. Every second Rita has to stretch her life, Rita's body moves like a shock every relapse, his head twitched uncontrollably to the right and left, his eyes opened and closed, and his mouth chewed.
I massaged my wife's head and stroked her chest when her epilepsy or seizures recurred making her heart weak again. Every time he had an attack, his voice was either frightened or happy. ECG and EEG monitors showed the heart and electricity in his brain were critical. The ECG sounded loud and without any pause at all. O Allah, give heart and lungs to my wife and Mr. Yudi. Rita opened her eyes.
"Rita, you're conscious. Can you hold my hand?" say me with pride. "Pardon me for lying weak in the ICU." When my wife's eyes focused on the ECG pitched without pause, I patted her chest to calm down.
"Breath, baby." Eventually my wife was able to control her emotions, and her beep rhythm wasn't so fast. I heard the call button and the nurse who was on guard turned the bell in my wife's room in the hospital.Yes, I'll be there." The ICU door opened. "Sus, please give Rita some sleeping pills," I asked the nurse who just entered the ICU room.
POV RITA'S
I don't want to sleep yet. Don't give me sleeping pills. When I wanted to talk, suddenly I was sleepy, the sleeping pills that had just been injected into the infusion had already flowed into my blood. Audrey massaged my legs, but suddenly my body gasped and stiffened. I don't know if my epilepsy is coming back, maybe my eyes are opening and closing and my mouth is opening when my illness suddenly appears. I heard Audrey talking but I couldn't open my eyes. What Audrey said. Going to sleep or talking, your illness recurs.
AUDREY POV
This is what I'm worried about, Rita can't control her emotions. Make his illness come un invited." Want to sleep or talk?" I saw Rita screaming in pain while sleeping and she sprained her saliva, her body convulsing again. Why are you so weak, dear? I'm just massaging your legs but you're weak again. I can't let you have a child if you're still not normal.
POV Rita's
"Mas, can't you take me for a walk. I'm depressed in the ICU. I also want road therapy to heal." I know I'm a little selfish, but I'm bored in the ICU and at home. I want to go to the park to see dragonflies, birds and flowers. I'm grateful to have a kind doctor husband where I need support. If my parents hadn't thrown me away, I might have been grateful. I was sad to see my adoptive parents also sick, wanting to help but I also had a weakness that was my weak or leaking heart and this strange neurological disease of mine. O God, strengthen me in times of crisis of spirit or I begin to weaken. I want your foster father to heal quickly and I want to live a healthy life too. Audrey, thank you for accompanying me. You're always there when I'm critical or in a coma. I'm going to persuade my husband that he'll take me to the park.
This morning I woke up and the room was really not an ICU room. I was at my house where Audrey and I were staying, maybe she asked her partner this afternoon to move me home while I was still critical or in a coma. I don't know what happened yesterday that I was thinking about the park and it just got dizzy and dark. I'm grateful my husband isn't angry anymore and now he's holding a bowl of porridge.
"eat first, mah, then continue to make the story." My husband bribed the porridge into my mouth, but I felt my illness suddenly recur and made me critical. "Suster, take the usual slang to suck the mouth." I have trouble breathing like something is stuck in my throat and it feels like my eyes are dark or cloudy. You who?
"Geez my Rita, my wife who I love." maybe Audrey was looking at me convulsing and seeing my ECG disorganized on her image monitor. Or maybe Audrey cleaned my mouth and made CPR to get my heart back beating.
"Rita, don't go please. We promise that we'll program the baby tubes."
I don't know what Audrey's doing right now? my condition is normal now. My chest is not sick, nor is it in a state like daydreaming or daydreaming when my neurological disease recurs. But I could not open my eyes, it was hard to see and speak. My husband, I'm sorry I'm suddenly weak again. I promise I'll give you a baby even if my life's at stake.
"Well, his hands are in lotion so as not to wrinkle." I'm sorry Audrey, I can only hear your voice. "Your body is like a robot, ma'am. You should wake up. I've been massaging and moving your body." When I heard Audrey's voice, I suddenly saw a girl in my dream. The girl smiled and fell from the tree. When I was blind, I was already in a room full of medical machines. And heard the sound of a machine that made me want to get out of this room.
"Well, thank goodness you've been awake from your long sleep for 13 hours."
"Akk... I why?" my voice is still slow. I was lying in a room full of machines and felt very weak. Moving your hands and feet is hard. Am I paralyzed? Can I just talk and sleep in bed?
When I asked myself my epileptic aura began to appear and my epilepsy was relapsing. I don't know what my husband is doing, maybe my husband is calling the neurologist and the heart because my condition is starting to worsen. I am currently like a robot that is attached to a cable so that it can move when in use.
"Rita, you have to be strong. Don't lose to your disease." Maybe the ECG sounded so fast because I was critical again. And it's possible that my eyes are moving on their own because I'm seeing someone or something terrible. I can only guess if my legs and hands are stiff, I have a hard time breathing at a time like this. I heard someone else's voice talking to Audrey. Is that Steven's doctor or my other husband's partner?
"Audrey has your wife been given heart and nerve pain medication?"
"It's been with a lot of doses" said Audrey.
"Can you take a saliva sucker?"
"Can doc," answered the nurse who took the slang to Audrey. I opened my eyes again and saw Audrey's partner smiling. He asked about my situation. When I speak my language stutters and it's hard for me to remember my vocabulary.
"Well, can I have some road therapy to clear my way and talk?" I asked with a brick tinge.
"Well, you're still weak. And Steven suggested you shouldn't do a lot of strenuous exercise" my husband said, massaging my legs so they wouldn't stiffen up in the movement. I could only sit in the ICU room and hear the ECG sounding indicating my heart was normal. I'd love to take a walk. "Rita, you'll be moved to your regular room tomorrow because your condition has improved." Doctor Steven's words relieved me. O God, give me strength to move this weak hand. I want to go with Audrey to enjoy the honeymoon. I don't want my chest to hurt when I'm stressed or depressed.
"Well, doesn't it feel like papa's hand moves?"
"It feels, but it's tired of the reward" I said withstanding the pain as my husband helped me not to be paralyzed.
"Well, you don't want to be in a wheelchair or sleep in a bed" I added, crying and closing my eyes. Oh God please don't make my illness recur or my condition more critical. I want Yudi's father to be cured soon.
I took a breath by closing my eyes, my chest was crumbling.
"Bah, I want to go to the park so as not to stress. In that case" when I wanted to continue with the words, I started to vomit and my hands suddenly shook and trembled. I remember when I was a kid, being taken care of by my foster father. I was vomiting, so Mama Mila cried and took me to the hospital. How great was the sacrifice of my adoptive mother, when taking care of myself when my condition worsened. She cried when I was vomiting and short of breath, and was unconscious. Now the story is repeated again, but now the story is very complicated because Yudi's father and I are weak immune system We are in a weak state. I used plural pronouns for my foster father and myself. Right now we have to lie in the ICU because my adoptive father's lungs and I are sick.
"Well, I'm sorry to bother you when you help me" I sighed.
"Mom, apologize for throwing up so often." Audrey's eyes shed tears and she wiped my vomit marks with a sad look on her face. She knew I didn't deserve to say that, because to her I was everything and Audrey was also responsible for my situation. With this kind of situation, how could I possibly calm her feelings. I was so weak, epilepsy came up and made my heart weak. I could only see my husband with blurry vision, because my mouth was on a ventilator to breathe. Audrey put it on when I was breathless. Audrey is currently cleaning up the ventilator, as the ECG suddenly rhythms irregularly. It is difficult to breathe on a ventilator, but with this tool I do not convuls because of shortness of breath or my chest pain. With a ventilator, laryngospams can be treated. I type on the laptop by moving my face and eyes. This laptop is a special sufferer like me.
"I. .. want to be healthy normally," the voice on the laptop rang with my voice already in process. My body suddenly jerked, my head and eyes also came but I could hold it. I have promised my husband that he will always be healthy and fight my illness.
While I was asleep, the nurse and the doctor opened the door. They checked my pulse and my breathing. The breathing apparatus was removed, my condition that had suddenly dropped back to normal thanks to my practice of holding back emotions and thinking.
Audrey looked at me in sadness. "If you want to be healthy, you have to stop the baby tube program because the donor's heart and lungs haven't been found."
"But yesterday I saw a pregnant woman with epilepsy deliver her baby. Mother and son are healthy. Even though the mother was in a coma for a few hours she woke up." Why doesn't Audrey want me to continue the baby tube program?
Audrey POV
I talked to my colleague and the nurse about the safety of my wife who wanted to program a baby tube and give birth safely while in the ICU. They have not been able to decide, because Rita's health is different from pregnant women who suffer from epilepsy.
Rita looked at me with her smile. "I will fight for both of us."
"Just our happiness. What about your foster parents and what about me. I don't want to be accused of practicing just following my wife's wishes." I answered by clenching my hands. Rita is still on her lips, she still smiles sweetly with the body in the cable. I know it's a tough decision between life and death.
"I promise I won't leave you." Suddenly my wife's body jerked, her eyes bought upwards, and Rita's mouth filled with foam of her saliva mucus.
"Well, are you okay?" I tried to hold her hand and rub her head. Rita's chest twitched, the sound of her breathing sounded heartbreaking. I cleaned the saliva in Rita's mouth so she could breathe. Steven took the slang, the nurse changed my wife's head to put on an oxygen ventilator. I put a plaster on the slang so it doesn't come off.
I saw my wife still lying down and she was still closing her eyes
I saw my wife still lying down and she was still closing her eyes. He slept for a long time, his body was put on a medical device so he could breathe. "Rita you must be aware, dear. You must be strong against your illness, "my sigh anxiously. I kissed Rita on the forehead and went to the ICU room next door. The ECG still sounded smooth, but Rita's eyes were still closed. I can't see Rita lying in a coma, I want to check on Mr. Yudi. When I opened the door where Mr. Yudi was lying with a medical machine. She was lying limp, even worse than my wife.
POV PAK YUDI'S
I couldn't move my whole body at all because my condition was getting worse. When I felt sad because I was paralyzed, Rita's husband came to see me and accompanied me in the ICU. Is Rita getting worse in health? is he dying? Or will my adopted son who I love be as deformed as I am and his heart cannot be healed, and then every time he convulses because of his severed brain nerves? In my mind is only the condition of Rita who fell asleep with medical devices, her body thin, convulsions, her eyes unfocused, he said, and the drooling foam from epilepsy and experiencing respiratory failure like my current weak self.
I had such a strong tremor and just to breathe I had a hard time. I could endure the pain that made me weaken, but I couldn't lose the foster child I loved. He's the one who made me have to be strong in the face of this deadly disease. I'm afraid I lost my little Rita and this makes me unable to stop the tremors. Rita you don't die, son, I thought with the pain that tormented my lungs. Oh, I'm losing oxygen. I need to breathe, sick. Even my legs were getting sicker, as Audrey walked towards me. Is it my mind that makes my whole body hurt? O Allah my chest hurts, it hurts in my chest when it tremors like a thorn piercing my lungs. I can't control this tremor, because my mind has weakened. If I can't hold back my emotions and manage my anxiety and make myself worse, who will help Rita when she's lying with her illness that makes her immobile?
"Mmm-hmmmm," I couldn't hold back my tears because my deformed self was hard to pronounce words and alphabet. My shivering body makes it hard to speak. My left hand trembled and I found it hard to breathe air without oxygen. I need to talk to Audrey. I closed my eyes to remember the alphabet.
"Audrey, how's Rita doing right now?" my voice softened and stammered as the tremors in my body grew firmer. I tried to calm myself down, I inhaled a breath and sighed to make my mind calm.
"You who?" I said in a raucous and stammering tone. "My name is Ruslan," a voice appeared on his laptop, exactly with my laptop and Rita's laptop. His head was not erect when I saw him, he was sitting in a wheelchair using a remote control with his body in a strap. I opened the ventilator and put it on my face again because my body started convulsing and I failed my breath. I saw the man shed tears and hold his wrinkled, deflated stomach.
"For my son, do not let his mother throw him away and drain the treasure he has. Do not let my wife do the same thing she did to me. I'm Rita's biological father or Rista Rika's usual, "the computer voice said a long time.The man put a slang of oxygen into his mouth, the slang in the lip and oral cavity. O Allah, being the mother of Lord Rita made Ruslan suffer like this and left her critical. O God, I am grateful that you gave me a kind wife. Audrey was raising Ruslan, when Ruslan was being raised, she tried to move her hand suddenly she closed her eyes, then her raised hand shook. When I asked her, the computer voice preceded me. "I was abandoned by my wife when I couldn't work and had a motor neurone disorder. I was about 27 or 28 years old. I was taken to the hospital by my wife but my wife never came when I got into the ICU. I think she's exhausted because she's pregnant with my son. The next morning I lay in my weakened condition and I could not find my wife. I called Rita until my epilepsy and my leaky heart got worse. When I thought about Anita it made my heart crumble and I convulsed. My body is tired. She loves me for possessions instead of accepting me for who I am she forced to have a child with a baby tube. I did it because I was in pain when I advised him. He only takes care of me when my heart is weak and when I can walk." I tried to hold back my painful chest, and was pounding. I smiled so he wouldn't be sad. As her hands trembled as she tried to shake hands, Audrey had already lifted her up to the mattress located beside my bed. "Your son is safe with me, he is married to the doctor who lifted you up and massaged you just now, "say me by holding my painful chest even though my hands are stiff and trembling. I think of Rita who has two critical fathers and a rare disease. I have a stiff body while her biological father has a motor nerve disorder and Rita has brain and heart nerve damage. Every night during a relapse Rita always jerks suddenly without realizing and screaming. "Rita had nerve damage because my genes were weak and she also had congenital heart disease like me. Please take care of Rita, because tomorrow I am not breathing and my epilepsy will recur every day. My body is getting thinner and my skin is getting wrinkled like an 80-year-old grandpa" said the computer in Ruslan's bed. Poor Mr. Ruslan, his wife could leave him to make his health decline drastically. When I found Rita and adopted her, I saw Ruslan smiling and tears flowing. I think she's crying because she sees me just like her and has a child. But she was moved and crying because her son had been adopted by me.
"Please, don't make Rita sad. If he finds out his biological father is alive he'll wake up from his long slumber." I couldn't bear to cry after telling Rita the deteriorating state. I was so hard at holding my sore chest. Mr. Ruslan's chest twitched, because he had trouble breathing because of shock hearing his biological son was struggling with the same disease as himself.
"Rita needs someone who makes her happy. She is in a bad condition because her mother could leave her child while being critical in the mall park located in front. When he was taken to the hospital, doctors said he had an attack on his lungs because his lungs were also affected by pneumonia and his leaky heart was carrying fluid to the lungs. Rita's heart has leaks in the left and right chambers of the heart." At this time we suddenly had shortness of breath and had no idea what was happening.
Audrey POV
I checked Mr. Yudi's breathing with a stethoscope and heard his heartbeat. "Don't Tell Rita if we're both deteriorating" whispered Mr. Yudi. "Yes I beg for my son" said Mr. Ruslan. I could see the struggles of Rita's adoptive father and bladder, they endured despite her deteriorating health. Mr. Yudi clasped his hands, he trembled and his stomach twitched due to breathing difficulties and he was forced to use his diaphragm to breathe. Mr. Ruslan's voice is unclear due to Amotropic Lateral Scoliorsis.
"Don't worry about that, sir. I'll keep this from Rita. We're going to make Rita stable, but we can't refuse Rita to stop the baby tube program."
Mr. Yudi coughed with saliva and suffered laryngospams. His body shivered and he tried to catch his breath. I went out to breathe fresh air. I opened the door and sat down in front of the ICU room without wearing a pedestal. The condition of the three of them is getting worse, pity Rita must accept the fact that she still has a father. At that time I went to Rita's room, after a promise let Mr. Ruslan and his foster father who spoke with Rita.Ku open the laptop and I set Vidio conference with a rather large voice.
"Rita, this is us. Your real father is alive." I saw Mr. Yudi crying with oxygen .
"Rita dear, my son please forgive me. It's not dad's fault or yours. It's already destiny. Forgive me for bringing a weak gene into your blood. It's all your mother's fault that marrying father for treasure isn't for Dad's health. You gotta wake up from the coma, son. I miss you." I kissed Rita's forehead. The moon was shining, so busy I kept Rita in a coma. I sat down beside Rita, looking at the rongent results of the three of them.
I sat down beside Rita, looking at the rongent results of the three of them
it's hard to get a heart donor for three people
it's hard to get a heart donor for three people. I have to turn my brain, because Mr. Ruslan's condition is getting worse with heart disease and ALS, if not treated his heart condition is getting worse. I have to tell Mr. Ruslan, for this matter to be resolved. I went to the VVIP ICU room by running outside the room where Rita was in the care and headed for the elevator, "Hello, what's the condition of Mr. Ruslan?" I had a hard time calling the nurse with a bad breath. It is difficult to talk and find the right words to explain that there are only 2 organs of donor heart and lungs, and Mr. Ruslan likely will not get a donor heart. I stopped at the neural space where Mr. Ruslan was being treated, got out of the elevator and looked for the right word to say.
I went into the ICU special room for Amotrophic Lateral Scoliorsis. I took a deep breath. "Sir Ruslan, we only have a heart donor for two people. I'm sorry we couldn't operate all three."
"It's okay son, the heart is for Mr. Yudi and Rita only. I'm also free if the operation of my muscles is getting weaker," said Mr. Ruslan. Mr. Ruslan wore a slang and his body was attached to a machine to detect the condition of the heart and a slang attached to his hand for intravenous fluids. I took a deep and deep breath to my Father-in-law.
"Sound father yes, sir. I'm going to the father's room for a minute."
I went out and headed to the elevator, after arriving on the second floor I headed towards the room where Rita was being cared for. Rita lay limp and shiver. While I was waiting for Rita to recover, I got a call that my father-in-law was stricken with epilepsy. I kissed my wife's forehead and went outside to the ICU room where Mr. Ruslan was being treated. In a special room for nerve sufferers. When I got to that room I saw Mr. Ruslan convulsing his hands jerked, his eyes blinking, his mouth tasting like he was eating something. I ran towards my father-in-law and tilted my body. The sisters sucked the saliva out of Mr. Ruslan's mouth. A few seconds Mr. Ruslan was awake. He looked at me and took a breath. "I'm sorry I had epilepsy when I was three years old, this is how I fought my illness. I also had a heart leak from birth. And when I got married, my wife always took me to the hospital. She told me to program baby tubes, I told you not to have children because my genes are weak. She did not obey me. She took me to the obstetrician to start the next stage after the process was completed and her baby into her womb. She was pregnant and she said the baby was healthy because she had checked up all the time. When she was six months pregnant, I had ALS or this rare disease. I see why every time my muscles twitch like there's something in them and my hands are hard to move, my chest hurts so much. My wife called an ambulance, he said, then he came with me to the hospital. After arriving at the hospital I was put in the ICU room. At that time my wife said 'pah, tomorrow mamah come here ya.'
I know the look on his face. My wife lied because she knew I could not make a living for her anymore. When I was sleeping I got a call if I had a lot of debt, that night my heart was crushed and my condition worsened the doctor said I was critical. I could only hear his voice because I was holding back a heartache and not how I was after that because my vision was dark. The next morning I saw my brother and sister visiting me, they were crying because of my critical condition. I said don't worry about me. I'm sincerely in the same dump my wife. I told my family .. think about the child in my wife's birth .. worry about my child. My sister told me she didn't find my wife. I prayed to God for my son's safety.If I wasn't like this I might have taken care of my son when my wife tried to throw him away." My father-in-law cried as he told me about the happy times and the sad times when his illness kept him isolated. "Well, Rita is now with me. So papah don't worry." I brought up my father-in-law, I pat Mr. Ruslan on the chest slowly.
"Son Audrey when my death comes. Take care of Rita for me. I am old and sickly.I do not know how much longer I can survive with this disease and endure the pain that makes me critical."
I nodded and held the limp hands of my father-in-law. "Pah take a slow breath." My father-in-law was convulsing and there was no response from him. Oh God, pity Mr. Ruslan he's fighting his own illness. My father-in-law still hasn't opened his eyes, he's in a coma in pain. Suddenly his EEG was abnormal, I saw his head, eyes, and hands jerking by themselves and he was like terrified and his mouth was drooling. Mr. Ruslan's epilepsy wasn't normal he was born with terrible epilepsy until he was short of breath. Mr. Ruslan's heart, lungs and brain were critical when I checked on the monitor. His mouth was open and his eyes were closed. Some time he had already gone through a critical period and was able to speak. "Now if only my body wasn't like this. My son must not be in pain." I know it must be difficult for Rita's real father to face this exam. When I checked the ECG, Mr. Ruslan's eyes went up. His body convulsed, and his mouth released water fluid so that it frothy. I sucked his saliva and injected epilepsy medicine. It's worse because Mr. Ruslan is still convulsing. I still can't get out because the neurologist hasn't arrived. Worse because Mr. Ruslan hasn't spoken. It was sad that I had to treat her, and once it didn't work out, I ran out of chest pumping power. And worse because Mr. Ruslan after the convulsions he slept unconscious.
Oh no! his condition is very weak.
Astaghfirullah, lately I have been doing a lot of work over my wife, my father-in-law, and her foster father. Just look at how tired it was today, I headed for three different rooms of the floor after my shift schedule in the general hospital was absent.
I opened the Note as I headed to the other room, a note from the famous Ustad that happiness and sadness should be balanced. Because balance makes us not easily desperate and always grateful for the Gift given by the creator. Yes the gift is that I got a triple shift and was overcome with sadness because when we are drawn into sadness Syaiton mastered ourselves easily and when we are also as syaiton make our hearts die and there is no empathy or sympathy. That's where we are grateful that we can get tired and happy when the situation is critical or in an urgent situation like this. Although tired and sad I am grateful to be able to take care of, keep an eye on the health of the Three people I love and make them strong against the disease. What I think is Mr. Ruslan's condition is no longer helped he mal nutrition because of a strict diet to recover from his motor nerve disorder. At that time I remember Mr. Ruslan had moved the ICU VVIP room, so I had to take the elevator three times and go into another room to check on Mr. Ruslan, Rita and Mr. Yudi. Mr. Ruslan had convulsions all the time so he was forced to move in the VVIP room where his medical equipment was complete. unlike when I helped Mr. Ruslan to Mr. Yudi's room the ICU room was a middle class room and could only accommodate two people but the tools were very minimal. I went out of the room and headed to the heart-specific ICU to check on my wife.
POV Rita's
Right now I am lying in the hospital and I am making my husband, adoptive parents sad because of my critical condition. What makes me so depressed is that Yudi's father is also weakened, he is lying in the ICU room close to my ICU room. He is critical of shortness of breath and often shivers. His stomach twitched because of breathing difficulties that made him inhale a lot of CO2 and O2 in his blood a little. Stiff person syndrome suffered by my adoptive father is difficult to detect the cause. I couldn't stand it like this, wanting to move my legs and go for a walk looking at the flowers, going to the mall but I could only be quiet in the ICU bed with my legs and my hands stiff. I could only hear the ECG in the ICU, the voice that told me that I was still not well because my lungs and heart were getting worse. I don't know how my father is. What was in my mind was that his stomach was twitching and distended as if it was about to explode because of the plethora of food and gas in his body. Oh no, there's a feeling I've had where I was critical and said something like this.
"Rita, are you okay? Can you hear me?" (Doctor and Audrey help Rita who suddenly her eyes are pointing upwards and convulsing. Rita's condition is getting worse, she does not stop from her convulsions).
"Sus, would you please grab a saliva purifier? Rita's bleeding and her blood is mixed with saliva." Doctor Steven talked to the nurse and put the medicine into the slang. I don't know what they're putting in the drugs. I'm still in dejavu. Oh God I can only see the scenery and I'm already here with my current age, I don't know if they took me to another room or still in the ICU?Could I be critical or convulsing? Give me healing, God, I want it to be healed and have children. I don't want a handicap like this. Thankfully, I could see clearly no more dejavu repeated. And I could see my husband, Doctor Steven, and the nurse who helped me when I was critical. And the other neurologist also checked my condition.
"Thank God, you're conscious from a critical period and not in a coma" my husband said, compressing my forehead. I remember myself like this, when I was little and grown up Mama Mila didn't let me out because it made my brain startled and the heart disease I suffered could be severe. I could only endure the pain in my chest and dizziness as my illness recurred. As a wife I was supposed to cook for Audrey, but I had a nervous and heart-weak disease that made my brain weaker and could only lie in an ICU bed. In order to move my stiff hands and feet, I had to go to therapy in order to walk. Yeah, this is how waiting for the neurologist and the heart to allow myself road therapy. I'm not the perfect woman for Audrey, but rather a disabled Rita or a woman who can't do anything. Every day Audrey had to rub my face with a cloth because I was vomiting and it made Audrey tear every time I saw me sleeping in the ICU bed and vomiting. I couldn't walk properly, every walk was limping and my weak heart relapsed. Today my road therapy started, hopefully not to disappoint the sisters and Audrey. God is hard, it is hard to learn every day. If I give up, my husband doesn't allow me to continue the baby tube program.
"Rest for a while, my legs suddenly tremor, pah," I said with a stop and looked at my two legs that were still trembling. I tried to balance my body that would fall because of tremors. Surprisingly my leg is still spams, and it hasn't stopped.
"Well, if your heart is sick or epilepsy suddenly.talk to papa, yeah!" I smiled at my husband's words and invitation to rest so as not to relapse, in the ICU room I learned to stand first. I haven't been able to walk for a week because I'm critical every day. My trigger was critical because I couldn't get through my coma and my weak body suddenly made me unable to endure the pain. Going through a coma is very difficult because suddenly my illness actually makes me back critical. As I learned to stand up, my foster mother opened the door and entered the ICU room, she walked up to me and hugged me. I saw her crying and her tears couldn't stand it. "Rita, your foster father is still critical." I know when my foster mother squeezed my clothes she was sad because her husband was not healed. Mother, if I am not weak like this I will definitely accompany you every hour.
"Mother, don't cry. Pray for Yudi's father to be healthy. So that he can fight the disease stiff person syndrome and neurologist can cure the disease," I said by pretending to be strong. I must not be convulsing and unconscious here, must be strong with my weakened condition. I am currently learning to walk with my foster mother and my husband. My birth mother didn't come to see me when I was weak like this. Why is it that when I'm healthy like this she leaves and my foster mother comes. Is it because he doesn't want to have a weak me?
"Mas, my birth mother hasn't looked at me yet, has she?" I asked, but I was very sad and could not stand it. My tears fell down my cheeks. My husband hugged me and accompanied me to study the path, I noticed that there was a small child suddenly walking towards me.
"Tante, why is aunt's neck on the bandage cap?" ask the boy innocently. "Oh, this is a former slang darling.a aunt's neck hurts. Shortly after I finished talking to the boy, his mother picked him up, lowered her head and said to me.
"I'm sorry my son, he's a kid."
"Oh, it's okay. I'll take it easy." I smiled at the mother. Suddenly I saw something that I had experienced here.
!!!!!
"Suster, please Rita. His epilepsy had relapsed. He's convulsing." I'm sorry Audrey maybe now you're panicking seeing me critical all of a sudden, but I can't help my illness. Thankfully, I was able to open my eyes because I was unconscious. I can fight my critics.
"Well, let's take a break." I can only obey my husband. "Well, then please call the obstetrician to continue the pregnancy program we are only the first stage."
it was then that Steven's doctor was behind my husband and Audrey rolled her eyeballs towards Steven's doctor. "Steven, talk to Rita. Explain the risk of a baby tube to my wife." Audrey was angry at my words.
"Steven, just explain. I can take it," I said with a gulp.
"The baby's condition is very weak and the risk of tube babies is 100% more likely to be critical or dying during a baby tube. Your epilepsy gets worse if it happens during the baby tube process your condition will drop dramatically."
"But it can be saved with the help of CPR." I tried to persuade Doctor Steven. I said with confidence that with the help of CPR my life and the child I bear later can be saved, even I can also survive by taking hormone pills.
"There is nothing that can not be saved, when hormone drugs have entered your body then your life is threatened or rather your heart is getting weaker because it pumps blood too hard." Steven left me and Audrey.
"Audrey please, I'm sorry. You should see it differently."
"How should I see it, Rita. I have to be with your son." Audrey's voice turned into an annoyed tone.
"But you can accept all this."
"For you have given me no choice. I told you that you should not plan a pregnancy program. We'd better have an adopted child that's enough." Audrey left me and slammed the ICU door. A minute later my husband opened the door and entered the ICU room sitting beside me.
"I married you without giving you anything like I was a thorn in you. I can't cook and nothing, so I want to give you offspring so there's happiness. having a child makes me feel like heaven can give you flowers or things that make you not sad to think of me."
Every second I'm so sorry for making Audrey mad at me. I still think having offspring will make my husband happy when he is under a lot of stress thinking I fell asleep in bed with a fragile body and my illness is getting me more tormented with medical machines which pumps my life. As I lay limp on the bed, I saw Audrey holding my hand with a sad and worried look. Suddenly the look on his face changed like he was sorry for making me sad again. He sighed, rolled his eyeballs, and kissed my hands just like that.
But I knew that what she did was true, there was no way I would cry because Audrey was angry with me about my health problems. I made myself like a robot whose machines were all damaged from doing dangerous activities so that the machine had to rest in order to walk when the robot was ready.
But when I stroked my husband's hand-trying to keep my heart from over-pumping for sadness and regret-I sighed even though it was in vain because I was still using oxygen to breathe, but I kept trying and smiling at him.
Steven opened the door while we were face to face to calm each other down. Steven walked up to the two of us, he checked my eyes and gave me the results of my nerve and heart tests.
"Now he's better, but he needs more rest because his nerves and heart are so weak."
But why are my hands and feet still difficult to move, I feel paralyzed, and numb when trying to walk in the therapy room. The pain returned. If only I could hold my heart back and hug my husband so he wouldn't feel guilty.
The ECG monitor went off again when I was worried about Audrey. Every second. I tried to read the prayer so that my heart would not work too hard.
All right, I should be able to make Audrey not sad anymore. I tried to memorize the fading letters in my head and type them into my laptop. "A strong woman can endure her pain for the sake of making her family and herself happy even though it will make her life lost because of her great sacrifice."
I am strong in my disease. I can continue the baby tube program with my energy. By holding my hard-working heart back - I wish I could still breathe when the process was over. I was hoping Audrey would hear what I said on the laptop, and would talk to me about what she was hiding.
"I'm sorry that my emotions are overflowing. I don't want to lose you. But for free you are still stubborn. For the sake of your health, I'm willing to obey you by finding a solution so that you don't get sick when the baby tube program process is continued."
He spoke while swallowing. Maybe it's hard to say. He kissed my forehead, and with the passage of time, I couldn't hold back the tears that drenched my cheeks.
"I'm sorry I made you angry because I was so selfish and didn't worry about how you felt about me." The sentence was spoken with too many feelings that made my chest hurt from sadness and annoyance at my childish speech.
"Mas, I feel my epileptic aura coming out. Confused by it." I close my eyes to catch my breath and exhale. I still get the picture that I've been feeling this way and I've been here like I am now with Audrey pressing my head with her hands. Why do I always experience something like this.
"Suster, help me change the direction of Rita's sleep."
"Doctor Audrey, we'd better take your wife to the Cardiovascular and Nervous Intensive Care Unit, Miss Rita's condition is weakened." I get when I'm here Audrey massages my hand that I felt when we argued again the second time and then I relapsed but my epilepsy relapsed.
I want to say it. I'm scared like this. With my illness, Audrey massaged me crying.
"Pair oxygen mask, ERCG cable, EEG, and tensi meter sus."
"Good, doc."
"Rita, take a breath baby." I opened my eyes and my husband kissed me on the forehead. Talk slowly. Then ask my husband why I'm in such a big, different room. Not difficult, is it. The atmosphere is quiet that I have not felt is there a window and the room is very spacious different ICU that I have entered in it is rather narrow but enough for one person. Unfortunately, I was still dizzy and limp.
"I why, mas?" tanyaku.
"You were suddenly convulsing, your eyes were blinking, and it was like fear. Your heart rate's not normal and your breathing's disturbed, baby." Just now that I wanted to calm Audrey down, Steven came to open the ICU door. He came with a doctor that I don't know what part he was.
I'm sorry Audrey made you anxious. I'm sorry that I'm weak and can only sleep in a mattress or wheelchair with an infusion and oxygen attached. I'm sorry to have told you to give me permission to have children.
This time it's not about me, but about how our childless marriage is and I can't make you happy when you need me. Maybe one of us should give in, and I should be nice to Audrey. I took a deep breath, collected my guilty thoughts, then matured.
"I'm sorry. If you want me to be healthy I'll wait until I get a heart and lung donor." I hope Audrey forgives my selfish self and doesn't think about her feelings.
He did not want to talk until now, and made me feel more guilty, I also closed my eyes fearing my disease recurred again.
I opened the murotal on my phone slowly. Until my examination was complete, Audrey still hadn't finished reading the X-ray results about my brain, heart and lungs. Steven who listened to me speak directly told me to hold his hand. I moved my hand but my hand shook.
"Your broken nerves make it hard for you to move." Steven's friend Audrey works, opens my eyes she moves her hands towards my eyes and gives a light beam in my eyes.
A word came out of Audrey's words.
"I forgive you, I'm also wrong to have counseled you with emotions I can't stand." From her delicate words, her face signified that she was serious about forgiving me and agreeing to my mature pleas. He bribed the porridge through the slang with his injection into the slang attached to my mouth.
But when I swallowed the food I suddenly coughed and spewed out the food with red liquid - trying not to cough excessively so as not to make my chest ache and tightness - I closed my eyes to hold back my chest hurts, but it makes me open my mouth wide so that the oxygen in the mask gets into my mouth or nose.
After vomiting I held my chest and cried out in pain, but I was useless to cry because the pain I felt had not disappeared. I held the bed as hard as I could and my vision blurred. Doctor Steven injected the medicine into my drip bottle and the pain began to fade. My husband whispered the Quran in my ear. The headset I was wearing was taken off by Audrey, I was taken outside the room to be moved to the X-ray room. Once in the elevator Audrey pressed the button, next to Audrey there was Steven and the nurse who helped us into the X-ray room.
"Blood presure Miss Rita is down. We need to get him to the ICU immediately." Sister took me to X-ray room, Audrey and Steven to the lab room with the computer. The distance of the x-ray room and the x-ray computer is not too far away.
"Sus, please tell my husband to take me to his house." He kept putting me on the X-ray and smiling at me. Then he helped me remove the belt on the X-ray bed, my husband and Steven went to the X-ray room. Audrey and the nurse escorted me out of the room holding a push mattress to the elevator. In the elevator, Audrey pressed a button to the top floor, which contained a special cardiovascular and neurogical ICU room. It looks like I have to hold back my painful chest because I had no use talking to Audrey or the nurse to let me go home.
"Triangle Health, Rita's. You must take care of the health of your brain, your heart, and your lungs. You need to rest well. We're almost to the ICU. Your health is declining" whispered Audrey, while I could only hear her whisper because my eyes were blurry. It seems like I have to obey what my husband suggests, and it would be a big deal if I didn't follow his advice. In the hospital I had to practice a lot of emotional control, my illness would be a burden for Audrey if she relapsed. I never regulate emotions, I cannot maintain health because every fatigue I must be unconscious.
I'm relieved to have been forgiven for my overly dangerous request, relating I'm now beginning to mature and manage my emotions to recover from my illness. I tried to hold back my emotions, but I did not feel at home in the hospital continuously because it was boring not being able to go to the park and the streets.
How selfish and stupid I thought I could make Audrey feel less depressed about having a child whose mother had to lie in the hospital with convulsions and a thin body. I closed my eyes that could no longer bear to rest.
"I'll follow Audrey's advice, tired of us arguing. My condition won't heal if I don't budge."
But Audrey was holding my hand tight. I was touched when he held my hand. Then half-opened my eyes, I smiled and went to sleep. There's no way she loves a disabled person like me. But I can't continue to be prejudiced, I have to believe it.
When I was in the ICU. Audrey's steps stopped beside me. With his hand, he lifted my head to put up oxygen. I rushed to breathe oxygen because my chest was in pain.
You should have refused me to be your wife.
My eyes were dark and it hurt my chest. "Sus, help me install NGT. Rita's critical condition." I couldn't stand my pain, all I heard was the sound of the nurse and Audrey putting ICU equipment in my body.