Posted May 15, 2019 06:32:18 When I was a kid, I always dreamed of living in a house with a swimming pool.
My parents thought I was crazy, but I just knew it would be cool.
I was always a big fan of swimming pools and loved my parents, so I always imagined myself living in one someday.
When I got my first job, I wanted to live at the beach.
I had a beach house with my own backyard and I always liked the idea of living out there, even though I wasn’t allowed to.
I also liked the beach house and the fact that it was a family friendly place, so it didn’t really bother me that much.
So I got married in 1989 and moved into the house.
I still live there and it’s still my backyard.
But in 2004, I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes.
I got sicker and sicker, and by 2006, my health began to decline.
In 2006, I needed a kidney transplant.
It was my first kidney transplant and it was really hard for me to accept it.
It felt like it was the end.
I couldn’t do anything about it.
Then I was hospitalized for a year and then released.
I went back to the house and lived in the backyard.
That was my house for almost four years.
In 2017, I decided to move back in with my parents.
They were happy to see me back at the house, but the fact is, I didn’t want to move in again.
I just wanted to spend more time with my mom and dad.
I didn, however, see a doctor because my doctors told me I was living in the wrong house.
The doctors told us that I had type 1 diabetic kidney disease and that my kidneys were failing.
So my kidneys could no longer do the job they were supposed to do.
I could no more do the work that they were told I could do.
So the doctors told my parents that I was in kidney failure.
I told them I didn ‘t want to live here anymore, so they said they would take me to the hospital.
The hospital is a big hospital.
They had an operation there to remove the kidney and they had to put a tube down my throat and put an IV down my back.
I remember the nurse said to me, “If you have to go to the emergency room, I’ll just take you to the clinic,” but I didn’ t want to go.
I knew I could not do that, so that’s when I had the surgery.
The surgeon said, “You can’t go to any hospital.”
I said, “‘You can?
You don’ t even have an emergency room?”
They said, ‘Well, if you can’t, we don’t have to operate.’
“I was scared and I felt like I couldn’ t trust them anymore.
I needed help.
My kidney function was really good and my blood sugar was really low, so the surgeon said to the nurses, “I think you should let me do the surgery.”
He said, if I want to be there, I’ m going to do the operation.
I don’T know if I would have been able to go if they hadn’ t told me that they couldn’ re operate.
I think I would not have made it.
I am very grateful for that hospital.
I have a long history of kidney problems and the surgery helped me heal.
The surgeons didn’t tell me anything about the medication I needed, so when I came home and told my mom that I needed to go in the emergency, she was really worried.
I started going to the doctor, but he didn’ T have a clue what was going on with me.
I called him and I told him everything, but then I went in the bathroom and I cried.
I wanted the doctors to know what I was going through, so we called the hospital and the hospital said, Oh, it’ s okay, I know what’s going on.
I thought, Oh my gosh, they didn’T tell me.
They did what they did for me.
So that night, I went to bed and cried.
At night, it was like a dream.
It’ s like I was there.
I woke up in the hospital with a tube coming out of my throat.
I cried all the time.
My blood sugar and urine were coming out.
I would drink water every day and it wasn’t enough.
I even went to the bathroom on the first day and I was peeing all over the place.
I’m still doing it now.
I try to get the doctor to check on me and tell me how good I am, but sometimes he doesn’ t come in.
Sometimes I just need to talk to him about my condition.
Sometimes he tells me he thinks I’ re getting better, and then he doesn’t come in, so sometimes I need to go home.
I can’t believe I’m going through all