On Oct 18 surgery was met, all hell went wrong and a grave was set. Oct 25 another go round, as the doctor with a God like complex put me down. No blood ! What! we can't honor that! Your going to died that's a fact!
The doctor said it's a two hour surgery that's all it will be,
3 months in the hospital and rehab was 4, Never been so lonely not even a call.
"The Bible says the dead are conscious of nothing at All!"
Doc said "you coded, you refused blood!" I said your unprofessionalism ran thru the mud.
4 months earlier.
I remember drifting away, high on dilation.
I heard him say..
you stupid women!
Your going to died!
I cried and screamed..No not I! before you cut me with that knife, think of 1000 ways to save my life. A women step in and said I will. And that she did. 3 months later harder then a bid.
Doc: "How are you" as if he was a kid.
He stared in amazement to see I survived.
Remembering the Body I saw swollen as I died, tubes everywhere, and a pic line in my neck.
he played no part in the healing, no effort or effect.
Doc: Your lucky to be here!
Me: see I appreciated life,
this fight was hard. I got sick of Watching you trying to play God!
I can't walk now my leg is so weak, his careless effort down to my feet,
my hands shake and stomach aches, my heart has arrhythmia and I'm cold all the time.
But I hold to the God that's always been mind.
Even in this condition
I fight so hard,
a granted Life I'll never disregard. No Doctor gets the praise I saved.
I serve only him until the grave.