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| My lilies |
The strong winds that we're having is great for kite-flying and lots of arab kids are up on the roofs flying kites. School is over for them. And in 2 weeks it'll be Ramadan. Some of our neighbour's kids had their kite stuck on our barbed-wired fence. They were shouting at me for help while I was in the courtyard feeding Mr. Bird. They were up on the 9th floor next door and our courtyard is on the 5th floor. Had to climb up the 7th floor to get the kite unstuck. But the kids were happy. And flying kites on the roof beats getting into trouble in the streets.
And it's time for more pre-op checkups. I hate that but it's necessary. I don't want to spend another day choking for air as the asthma worsens. What really scares me about ops is the last breath I take as the anesthesia takes over. I choke. My lungs seem to stop functioning as no air is getting into the lungs. I try to breathe in but the lungs are not moving. I try to shout but I'm paralysed. Then I'm unconscious. Next time I open my eyes, the operation is over. But the initial suffocation with anesthesia is scary ... I don't want to go through it. Wish there was some other way to get anesthetised.
