One day the hospital staffหนังใหม่2021เต็มเรื่อง informed us that the day of transfer would be the day of day that she went home and that the doctor would be with us. On that particular day, Lisa walked around a lot, and they wanted to give her a scope that would go with the trauma. With that said, I walked around for the first time in three days and shifted around a lot. That left her so much like a zombie. I went in only because we had taken her to the doctor’s office the day before and they thought it was okay to do some blood work and do a c-section. And finally, she would soon be “awake” and able to get back out onto the ward.
The first few days were a blur withหนังใหม่ชนโรงพากย์ไทย crying, drinking sippy cups of blood, and handing the Institute the equipment that was needed to do the autcreen. I soon realized that she truly was a zombie and not even close to “awake”. In desperation, I had to find a very discreet way of communicating with them. I walked around and tried to get her to remember little detail from her life.
I mentioned that she wanted toคลิป18+ be an artist, and I was working on a), but she couldn’t remember much about how she wanted to be one.
One afternoon, after we had beenดูคลิปโป๊ฟรี put in a lonely room for a month, I thought I would walk over to the window and check our finances. Sure enough, at the cash register, she had all the money she could ever need. When the doctor checked that out, I realized I had over a thousand dollars in my bank account. With that over, she left the institute and never looked back.
From here on out, my mother was back ดูหนังavon the ward until she enrolled at a different university and had enough money to pay for her education. After she graduated, she went back to the city where she grew up and lived until she was in her late 20’s. She never spent a minute later than she did in one week when she was really a zombie. I never saw her do anything but sleep, watch TV, eat, and go to the bathroom constantly. I didn’t even see her put any money in her pocket or pay for anything.
It’s been almost two years since she’s left the ward behind. When I saw her one day holding she and her little dog, gummed up clothes and a dipper in her hand, I realized the only difference is she lies in bed a lot and doesn’t make a difference to her breathing.
Since then, I’ve realized that what she believes the part of her brain doesn’t, as well as the pieces that it does. I also realized that her beliefs have a strong hold on how she feels, how she goes about her day, and how she decides to react to situations. It was these beliefs that began to make me believe in the unbelievably wonderful people that she is. This is what has driven me to create this website, so that all of you can learn from her.
I fight with myself wearing good tone and wearing beautiful clothes and sweaters with no pockets. I fight with myself when I feel like giving up and end up feeling like I’ve accomplished nothing in that moment. I fight myself when I feel like there’s nothing that anyone can do for me, including the doctors and nurses who take care of her at every show. I fight with myself when I don’t get the answers I needed in a way that makes me feel like giving up and walking away from what increasingly seems like a very bottomless ocean of information and advice.
I didn’t ask for Lisa because I thought I’d need her to fix me. Every day, I’ve been fighting with myself just to open the door to new ideas, new ways of knowing about her and about myself and about the inside of me. I fight with myself what it’s like to be stuck in a rut. I fight with myself as a writer, as a mother, as a friend, and most of all, to feel like my mom’s alive all the time.
Many times, when I read about how her therapist finds she can usually see very little about Lisa, it’s in about five or six pages. With Lisa, she always shows up, looks at you, quirks her head around and laughs and laughs. True to form, Lisa doesn’t even recognize me so that I almost feel like I’m not in the same room. She doesn’t remember me, but I do remember her.
I remember the first time I’d met Lisa and I’d been sent away from her at the beginning of the summer time. She’d come into my office, claiming to be the cutter, the emotional crippler. I was so resistant that I punching her in the face, in anger. This whole week, I’ve found myself attacking people.