Alex, the stomach has finally gone away. That is where this whole crazy ride, since last October, started.
It felt like something burst in my abdomen and then there was an odor and a drop of blood in my underwear. As far as I can remember.
But, in the course of the hospitalization at Havem Hospital in Reading, something happened that broke me except then I realized it. The bizarre protruberant belly that just wouldn’t go away had a correlative in the sequence of pregnancies. My theory is that I was just too tired to push out the afterbirth so they just left it in there. The landlord’s wife told me that they were not ethical at that hospital. It felt like something that had turned to dust somehow broke up and came out although I was only away of oit that one day.
That’s when I went into the “retroactively interpolating” a better delivery experience and birth experience and that was what got left behind with the ALIENS, being left in the woods, et cetera.
I laid down on the floor by the nurses station in the position that I was in when they told us to rest before the delivery. I was paralyzed and couldn’t move; and stressing in a way you can’t imagine. Then they took me in there and we almost lost Ian.
But we didn’t and he is doing much better with the help of my getting out all of this stuff. Even better would be to see you coming through the financial support that you own me.
I have asked twice.
Un.Bon.Mot 