It was nearly 12 last night, when my sister again came in; of course I was
sleeping at that time. I don't like to stay up. She me told to come and see
my brother again. He was very sick. I found him vomiting and in a bad
condition. My cousin (another one joined us later) was there, and he was
very concerned. I was thinking what should I do, or how can we handle
this. But, brother got worse all of a sudden, and couldn't breathe, his limbs
were like stiffening (if you saw him you would think it some kind of
epilepsy). When this happened we were two there (cousin and I), it was
time to take decision fast. So, we spontaneously took him down the floor,
and things got even worse that my cousin was screaming. I thought it was
the end cuz we were loosing him. Ok, little water helped on the face. We
made him sit, probably this helped also. I rushed him like crazy to the
health center. I thought it was the end. We arrived there to the Emergency
where the doctor wasn't in (these things happened always at bad times).
We put him on bed in the sitting position. My brother was like gapping for
air, and asking for help. The doctor came in, and asked the same old
questions. I told him all what he wanted; gave him a quick report (we
already brought him before as I mentioned). It was some kind of anuresis,
but this was weird, everything should be fine and as before! He (brother)
uses a half small bottle (we arrange this for him) for urination connected
with a urine bag instead of condoms. Of course he uses condoms but not
often (only for going out, or special reasons) because condoms troubles
him causing infection. Not always, but bro from the paranoid type of
people.Ok, the doctor was following the pain with his hand on his bladder
(it was the bladder, after the stomach false alarm). Brother stopped the
doc on the lower part of it, and the doctor kept like massaging that area.
Urine started to flow as the doc did that. Brother was breathing slowly. I
asked the doctor to take him to the hospital. He said you would do, and I
said yes.
On the way to the hospital (take 30 minutes usually), I was going like
crazy (driving the car of course).I doesn't want to tell what happened
during on the way. I was like James Bond, but I made it in 15 minutes
instead!
Ok, ER, doctor came, usual questions, got the answers. At the time my
brother was feeling good (returned to normal)
Here I'd have to stop writing, something came up