Triste por ti, pero siguedo tu ejemplo, en pie.[Eng]

Hola amigos hoy la nostalgia me embarga. Soy realista por lo que se, que todo tiene un inicio y un fin, consiente que nada es eterno y que el paso del tiempo te lo va confirmando con grandes planes, grandes metas, eso era lo que me hacía levantarme todos los días, un día llega la covid_19. Súper agradecida de los médicos y todo personal que influyo en mi vida nueva. De pronto me veo atrapada en esa tos interminable, ese dolor de cabeza que no te deja pensar ,esos cinco sentidos que se convirtieron en tres porque ya que no tengo olfato ni paladar, corro al médico, y entonces empecé a ver la vida, no a vivirla realmente, su esencia cuando solo dejaba de escuchar frases para escuchar ruidos de máquinas pitar en signos de alarma que una vida se apaga, en frases que se repiten una y otra vez médico emfermera,corran,y yo ahí, pensando dentro de la poca claridad que podía tener, cuantos me necesitaban, cuantas cosas haría diferente ,que sería lo primero que tendría si salía de ahí ,a veces sentía que no usaba la lógica ni el razonamiento porque no era posible que en mi dolor yo todavía mantuviera una sonrisa, como era posible cuando sentía que los ojos por la deshidratación se cerraban solo era capaz de imaginarme ante la muerte, esa a la que todos tememos a la que le dibujamos de la manera que queremos, y yo solo sentía que le decía no me ganas este combate, ya no era por mí es que cuando logro abrir mis ojos tengo a mi guerrera a mi lado, mi otra mami.

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I am a realist because I know that everything has a beginning and an end, aware that nothing is eternal and that the passage of time will confirm it with great plans, great goals, that was what made me get up every day, one day covid_19 arrives. I am very grateful to the doctors and all the staff that influenced my new life. Suddenly I see myself trapped in that endless cough, that headache that does not let you think, those five senses that became three because since I have no sense of smell or palate, I run to the doctor, and then I began to see life, not really live it, its essence when I only stopped hearing phrases to hear noises of machines beeping in alarm signs that a life goes out, in phrases that are repeated over and over again doctor nurse, run, and I there, thinking within the little clarity that I could have, how many needed me, how many things I would do differently, what would be the first thing I would have if I got out of there, sometimes I felt that I did not use logic or reasoning because it was not possible that in my pain I still kept a smile, how was it possible when I felt that my eyes were closing due to dehydration, I was only able to imagine myself in the face of death, the one that we all fear, the one that we draw the way we want, and I only felt that I was telling him not to win this fight, it was no longer for me, it is that when I manage to open my eyes, I have my warrior by my side, my other mommy.

fuerte firme diciendo que estaba ahí para cuidarme. Pero yo no estaba alucinando estaba enferma igual, y sin embargo a sus 85 años no se acostó era sentada al pie de mi cama más como acompañante que paciente, sólo me quedaba esperar a escondidas de los médicos, darle de la dosis de medicamentos mías en tabletas a ella para que mejorara pronto. Le entrego el móvil a alguien que gentilmente le tomara la foto para que la familia viera que estaba en pie y yo no podía ni sostenerme.

She was strong and firm, saying that she was there to take care of me. But I was not hallucinating, she was sick anyway, and yet at 85 years old she did not lie down, she was sitting at the foot of my bed more like a companion than a patient, I could only wait in secret from the doctors, giving her a dose of my medication in tablets so that she would get better soon. I gave the cell phone to someone who kindly took a picture of her so that the family could see that she was up and about and I could not even hold myself up.

tan es así que le dan el alta primero y sigo fajada con esa señora llamada muerte ,la respeto pero si había que partir era mejor una que dos y yo preferí que fuera yo ,bueno al menos eso creí ,cuando logras salir a duras penas a través de pasillos que parecen interminables ,con personas que corren a tu alrededor y no reconoces por tanto vestir, y hasta logras ver los carros de lavanderia,pero llenos de objetos personales,relojes,carteras etc. de todos aquellos que entraron y no salieron, pero sí, creo que salgo victoriosa logre ganarle dos partidas, la mía y la de mi mami guerrera ,llego a la casa y empiezo a recuperar ligeramente mis 5 sentidos y comienzo a recuperar el vacío que me deja sin respiración y aliento cuando me dice……que bueno que ya estás aquí en casa mi niña ya me puedo ir….solo esperaba tu regreso porque la partida justa ganada era la mía y cerro sus ojos recupere la respiración pero perdí mi aliento para siempre. Mis respetos señora muerte.

I respect her but if it was better one than two and I preferred it to be me, well at least that's what I thought, when you manage to barely get out through corridors that seem endless, with people running around you and you don't recognize them because they are so dressed, and you even manage to see the laundry carts, but full of personal items, watches, wallets, etc., of all those who came in and didn't get out, but yes, I think I'm victorious, I managed to win two games, mine and my warrior mommy's. I arrive home and start to recover my strength, I managed to win two games, mine and my warrior mommy's. I arrive home and start to recover my victory, I managed to win two games, mine and mine. of all those who entered and did not leave, but yes, I think I am victorious I managed to win two games, mine and that of my mommy warrior, I get home and begin to recover slightly my 5 senses and begin to recover the emptiness that leaves me without breath and breath when he tells me ...... how good that you are already here at home my girl I can go.... just waiting for your return because the just won game was mine and closed his eyes I regained my breath but I lost my breath forever. My respects lady death.
todas las imagenes son de mi telefono motorola
all images are from my motorola phone