Hello. I want to tell my story. Let's get started.
When I was still a baby, I had pneumonia, the very beginning and it was still easy to get rid of it. Parents called the doctors, a woman came to us, and something stretched my chest. Then she rastrella it to such an extent that my lungs became very sensitive and I began to suffocate. Later, I was diagnosed with asthma. That's how I got asthma, but the most interesting is ahead.
Then I had asthma attacks, but my mom could cope with them, but then one day I had a global attack. Parents understandably got scared and called an ambulance. I live near St. Petersburg, so take me to the intensive care unit, which is in St. Petersburg was not difficult. When we arrived there, they took me away from my parents and told them to leave. There, I was rescued from asthma and decided to do a cleansing of blood with potassium chloride. They put me a catheter on my left arm and went off to tumble. was the New Year. At this time I jerked my arm and the catheter got under my skin, so I had a subcutaneous burn. The next day I was returned to my mother with a plaster on my left hand and told me that I had already been brought in. Mom made a tantrum. In general, this burn did not heal and wanted to do skin transplantation, but right before the operation the burn began to heal, and the operation was canceled. How do you think I was 7, 8 years old? I was 11 months old. Then I was in intensive care, but only in my own city. I lay for 2-3 months, I came home for a week, an attack, to the hospital. I was going to be put on disability, but my mother opposed. Threw out all the inhalers on which I was a year, and this is the time, usually a person can no longer live without them.
At the next attack, my mother gave me water, beat on the back and massage, in general old proven ways. To all the contradictions of the doctors she sent me to artistic gymnastics, to develop lungs. Then my last attack happened in seven years, but by that time I had already gone to school and was in the second grade. As suddenly I had asthma, so it disappeared from me. Doctors gave me that I live up to 7-10 years maximum. Now I'm 15 years old, I graduated from 9 classes of the most ordinary school, and go to college. If you're wondering what's wrong with my burn, then he's at his rightful place on the wrist of his left hand. You can get rid of him, but I do not want to, and I do not care that he does not like anyone, this burn is with me all my life, he's a part of me. In conclusion, I want to say: THANKS MOTHER, THAT BOROLAS FOR ME, THAT I AM LIVING, THIS IS ONLY THANKS TO YOU.