Another hospital visit

The waiting for treatment is the worst. I have to wait for almost a month more before they begin my treatment where everybody else think the treatment should have started immediately. I feel so frustrated.

Today I woke up with blood running out from me again. I went to the toilet and I am bleeding so much, haven’t had this much now since I started taking medicine against bleeding more than a month ago. Even clumps of blood as big as clementine. What had happened? It seems the medicine is not working, I haven’t missed taking my medicine. I called the provincial hospital, Skaraborgs Hospital, who is monitoring my health and told me to come 1:30 PM.

I and my good friend had plans to have picnic  at the lake side around 10 AM but I guess this is not appropriate now when I was supposed to go to the hospital latest 12:45

Two doctors examined me and they put some sulutions inside to stop the bleeding. I really feel discomfort when somebody is checking me on this areas. It’s so degrading when lying with the legs wide open and displaying and exposing everything which are supposed to be kept for yourself. I really feel embarrass but I had to do it to survive. It’s so painful. 

Two of my good friends were with me at the hospital as moral supports. It’s so good to have friends sometimes.
I was adviced to take my medicine every other hour instead if the bleeding continues. 

Published by queenkeandra

I am a swedish citizen with asian origin, lives in Sweden, entrepreneur, accountant, fashion designer, dressmaker, professional interpreter and translator and from year 2014, I also became a local politician with some assignments from the local government. I moved to Sweden after marriage with a Swedish national in 1986. Two years later we got a son followed by a daughter after 21 months. Satisfied with life in fact, I guess I got all I wished for, it feels I have everything. Being married is not just a bed of roses, the roses have thorns also and you can get it at times but we’ve always been doing pretty good. Kinder and better husband I do not think I can get, everyone has their flaws and life becomes easier if you can accept them. I’m not a perfect person either. I became a grandmother quite young, only 45 years old, was a little skeptical at first but then I loved to be one. Now I am already a grandmother of two, a boy and a girl of 20 months between them, such a great feeling, it feels like it was a replay of my life. When I have both of them at home, it feels like I was young again and is the mother of small children. I can not explain but so damn good it is. When I moved to Sweden I knew nothing about the country, but now it feels like I’ve always lived here. I speak Swedish better than my native language, better in Swedish grammar than my husband, it may sound strange but it’s true. I dream even in Swedish. I hang out with many Swedes, have worked and still working in Swedish companies. I go to the Swedish church though I am a Roman Catholic. We believe in the same God anyway. I’ve adapted pretty well in Swedish society. I think I have to adjust to that country I moved to, not the country or its citizens to adapt to me. Sweden has no responsibility whatsoever that I wanted to move here so I could not demand anything else, but now a citizen, I think I have the right as any other native Swedes. I pay taxes and do my duties as a citizen. I think I am a good role model and a loyal citizen and can fight for my new country.

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