{"id":3184,"date":"2019-08-03T10:17:16","date_gmt":"2019-08-03T10:17:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/herway.net\/?p=3184"},"modified":"2022-03-01T22:48:22","modified_gmt":"2022-03-01T22:48:22","slug":"dia-casi-muerto","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/dia-casi-muerto\/","title":{"rendered":"El d\u00eda que casi muero"},"content":{"rendered":"

I’m going to tell you a story of the day I almost died.<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

Era verano. Volv\u00eda de la universidad en mis vacaciones de verano, as\u00ed que viv\u00ed con mis padres durante dos meses. Como ten\u00eda veinte a\u00f1os, ten\u00eda que trabajar durante el verano para conseguir dinero suficiente para pagar la matr\u00edcula de la universidad. <\/span><\/p>\n

But, along with my work, I had to study for the exams I had left. Usually, I\u2019m not the kind of person who will close herself into my four own walls and study\u2014having no time for my social life\u2014and I didn\u2019t do it this time either. So, I organized my summer into working, studying, and hanging out with my friends. I don\u2019t have to tell you that it was a busy summer for me.<\/span><\/p>\n

Consegu\u00ed llevar esa vida estresante y sin dormir durante un mes. Entonces, mi asma empez\u00f3 a hacer acto de presencia. Empec\u00e9 a sentirlo de vez en cuando, pero con un poco de ayuda de mi inhalador, consegu\u00ed mantener las cosas bajo control. <\/span><\/p>\n

Hasta ese d\u00eda. <\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

It was a day as any other. I started my everyday routine\u2014I got up after 2-3 hours of sleep, I studied for a few hours, I went swimming and for a cup of coffee with my friends, and then I went to work. I worked at the local bar as a bartender. It was crowded all the time.<\/span><\/p>\n

It was summer and where I come from, it\u2019s tourist season during the summer. So, there are a lot of tourists wandering around and drinking\u2014looking for a good time with no cares in the world.<\/span><\/p>\n

Everything went well at work that day. Although I was tired as hell and my legs were cramping, I didn\u2019t notice it. I was happy and satisfied and kind of numb to the stress and pain I was feeling. I needed to take a break\u2014to pause my life for a second\u2014but I didn\u2019t.  <\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

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\"Chica<\/p>\n

V\u00e9ase tambi\u00e9n: 5 malditas buenas razones por las que se suicid\u00f3<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

After my shift was over at 3 a.m., I got a call from my friend which I wish I didn\u2019t take. I hadn\u2019t seen her in a few days and after I leave for college, I won\u2019t see her in months. So, I couldn\u2019t say \u2018no\u2019 to her. <\/span><\/p>\n

We got together at the beach bar to have a drink (only one drink), and then I planned to go home and have those 2 hours of sleep and continue my daily routine tomorrow. I thought it was a day like every other\u2014but it wasn\u2019t.<\/span><\/p>\n

As I was standing at the bar talking to my friend, I started feeling it\u2014my asthma. It felt like I had a ton of stones pressed to my chest. I couldn\u2019t breathe. I didn\u2019t get scared because I knew the feeling. <\/span><\/p>\n

The only thing I had to do is to go out, breathe in some fresh air, and take my inhaler. I did go out and I did everything properly. I sat on the dock surrounded by the sea and the beautiful and calm starry night. I sat there and I struggled for every breath. I thought it\u2019s going to pass\u2014but it was only getting worse.<\/span><\/p>\n

I don\u2019t know how long I was sitting there. It felt like hours, but it was minutes. At some point of my struggle to breathe, I looked up at the sky and down to the sea again. <\/span><\/p>\n

The sea was so calm\u2014it was shiny, peaceful\u2014and the sky was so beautiful with millions and thousands of stars sparkling. I\u2019m not sure that I\u2019ve ever seen a clear sky like that night.<\/span><\/p>\n

pens\u00e9 mientras me esforzaba por respirar: <\/span>\u201cDear God if I have to die, you chose the perfect night for me to die.\u201d  <\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

I thought of this because it was 3 a.m. and in that small place where I live, there is no E.R. You have to drive 15 miles to the closest one, and I didn\u2019t have anybody to drive me. <\/span><\/p>\n

S<\/span>e repente, mi amiga apareci\u00f3 de la nada. Conoc\u00eda mi asma, pero tambi\u00e9n sab\u00eda que ya me hab\u00eda pasado en numerosas ocasiones y que siempre la ten\u00eda bajo control. <\/span><\/p>\n

She looked at me and she knew I\u2019m not fine\u2014not this time. I didn\u2019t know this, but she told me I was pale and that my eyes were starting to crawl inside my eye sockets.<\/span><\/p>\n

From this point forward, I don\u2019t remember much. I only know I was sitting in the back of someone\u2019s car, losing consciousness, and fading away. There is only one thing I know which I haven\u2019t told anyone.<\/span><\/p>\n

That ride to the E.R. was so long, but due to the situation I was in, it was peaceful, too. Every time my friend\u2014and her friend who drove me\u2014panicked out of fear they are going to lose me, I saw something. <\/span><\/p>\n

Every time I\u2019ve lost myself I\u2019ve seen him\u2014I\u2019ve seen my guardian angel. My guardian angel is my cousin who died in a car accident. I always knew he was looking after me, but this time I actually saw him.<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s weird, the whole situation, because although I knew I was dying, I was happy. I was at peace because somehow, I knew everything will be ok. I knew if I died he would look after me, once again.<\/span><\/p>\n

I remember his eyes and his smile. When he was alive, he always cracked jokes\u2014he was a funny guy and people genuinely enjoyed his company. Now, that I\u2019ve seen him once again, I realized he hasn\u2019t changed a bit. <\/span><\/p>\n

Me lo dijo de forma divertida:<\/span> \u201cHey cous, I know you\u2019re glad to see me, but you\u2019re going back!\u201d<\/span><\/i> Doy gracias a Dios por esta experiencia m\u00eda y doy gracias a Dios por permitirme ver a mi \u00e1ngel de la guarda una vez m\u00e1s. Y esta es mi historia. <\/span><\/p>\n

Ese fue el momento en que por fin respir\u00e9 hondo. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Ese fue el momento en que me quit\u00e9 esas toneladas de piedras del pecho. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Ese fue el momento en que llegu\u00e9 a urgencias a tiempo. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Ese fue el d\u00eda en que casi muero.<\/i><\/b><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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