Moji

My Persian Life
2013-12-17 19:54:50 (UTC)

Stroke.

Dear diary,

Since when I've encountered death, I see the world slightly different. That life is gorgeous, a gift I should never ever take it for granted. And what makes it gorgeous? The presence of my lovely parents and my brother. It was almost 4:30 when I woke up from my afternoon nap. As I got up on feet, this feeling of nausea came over me. I thought the heat made me like this. So I decided to go to the bathroom and wash my face to feel better. As I turned on the tap, my head started spinning and I felt dizzy, dizzy and dizzy. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't terrified. I was about to call mom when I heard her calling me, "MOJIIIII!"

There I was. Lying on the toilet ground, head banging against the wall, swollen, arm bruised. When I opened my eyes, I thought I had fallen asleep while using the bathroom. But as I got up, I realized the true story. I had blacked out the very moment I was standing in front of the basin, thinking of calling mom. Mom had rushed toward the toilet when she heard the bang. "It was enormous," she said, shockingly. She also said she was shouting and screaming, calling me for 2- 3 minutes but I was fainted, so no answer. As soon as she held my head in her arms, I came back to life and breathed. The specialist took 2 tests from my brain. Thank goodness nothing was wrong. His suggestion, however, was lack of blood to the brain and the probability of a stroke.

Time: 8:52 P.M

P.S: I used to have fantasies about my grandchildren reading their granny's diary one day. Now I wonder if I'll live long enough to have kids, let alone grandchildren.

Listening to:
"If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song"




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