Paul Militaru

Feelings – Can a bunny give you the second chance to live?

“I think nobody was attacked by a rabbit. At least not deliberately “quoted by Sir William Conner … ..

My answer to this question would be … everything is possible unless you do not care enough for the person who takes care of it every day.
The story is not spectacular in principle, but it looks at me because I am the one involved, and it is novel because, because of the strong love between an animal and a man, a perfect symbiosis was created that I would never have expected.

We were looking for a job, because I was left out of my mind because of my nonconformist character and the motivation of not being “yes man” when it is wanted. And that’s been happening for a few months. And why?
Because I did not find anything according to my training and the fact that nobody asked me what I can do (the glory of the Lord I know to do enough) and I know how to handle in unusual situations. What do you do is a small country looking for only young people, not experienced people like me … And why do they please? … For the simple reason that nobody but anyone wants to pay the staff to his value, but to give him little money to work hard, possibly to exhaustion. People have not yet learned what democracy really is, and interpret it as it wants one and the other.

Once I filed my resume with my qualifications, I was told, “Sir, you are old, and I do not think you will be able to cope with the job you have requested! “To which I responded annoyed!!! “You are looking for a person who looks very good, as if he was a video chat and not a qualified person”, “Understand that you need physics and not intelligent !!!!” and it is easy to understand that I have not been searched for that !!! what to do, this was the situation …

After a while, at some point I found a job, a part time in a town hall near Bucharest, but I really do not know what I had to do with the job of a construction engineer. You realize that everything was at the insistence of some influential people, because after a certain age, this way of engagement is successful. I went to work the next day, accepting the situation, not even if it was well below my training level but it did not matter, I found a job, and I could earn a bunch of money for my personal needs. It was something new I had never encountered before, being frustrated with the situation. But what to do, I had to accept in my life such compromises.
I was so happy, as if I were going to show up in the Garden of Heaven and not at a town hall. However, the pay was small but sufficient to live my day off and give me a minimum if I can say that.

But he got home with a joy that I could hardly express; I opened my computer to see what attributions I would have, and not to go yet the next day completely unprepared.
It started the nightmare, I felt the stain, as if the tension had increased or decreased, that was my sensation then, I fell from the seat on my back, striking me in the softness of my head, in the vicinity of the nearby small brain mass, on which were stacked new books to be read, the phone and some other personal items of strict necessity.
It happened exactly 4 years ago.

After the lodgings I did not know about myself, I was not aware for some time, I do not know how much. As I sat down, God knows, but at some point I felt a warm breath in my left ear, like a good boon, I opened my eyes and I saw Mona, my little rabbit who was banging my ear her teeth in front, and not too hard to hurt me, as if to wake me up and get up.
As a result of the fall, I struggled quite seriously enough to make an edema under the skin of my head, which I felt very warm, the bulge was big enough and God was very hurt.

Mona was trying to wake me up as I said, her eyes like two black blondes looking at me and as if they were scolding me a dagger to get up.
Like in the glow of her eyes, I saw … “Paul arise …!!! ” …
After a while, I rose up with unbearable pain in the blow area and sat down on the bed. How did I know, I would face down? Did God open my eyes, realize the severity of the blow and stay this way? I do not know either.

I picked up the phone, and I called to be helped to go to a doctor or call for salvation to do something to me because the pain was unbearable, and I was not even able to evaluate what had happened to me.
God, I was inspired, and I did not phone the rescue. Can you imagine what I’ve been through in those moments? Even my enemies do not want that, just for people close to me.

As usual, I intervened for my hospitalization in the best hospital, even if it was not in the neighborhood I was in, obviously because of people who had a very high influence.
In the hospital, I did an emergency tomography, but I did not really see what I was really up to, but the doctor who did what she had seen never even told me.
However, the brain was partially invasive with blood, but it was not known what started the hemorrhage, although I could speak, judge and pray, decide what would happen next to me.

I have been told that I have to spend a lot of time in order to make more complex analyzes, to see exactly what I had and decide, depending on the gravity of the situation. However, according to some, there was little chance of survival. But I was terrified that I could die and did not know why.
I took the inspired decision to get in on myself after I first talked to the doctor who was recommended to me as the best, a middle-aged neurosurgeon doctor who inspired my full confidence. The internment was the same day. I did not know if I would escape or I would pass into the world of the right in the next few hours.
Following the analyzes made the same night, we found out that we had a cerebral aneurysm crack, and the brain due to the fall was harder invaded with blood and no longer had the chance to escape. And yet…

I was about to sit for a week, and with all the risk of being, to be operated, but not before draining the blood accumulated in the head due to the fall or aneurysm. Still, it was dangerous because the blood vessel could be broken and there was no escape. Horror story simply, and yet I assumed the responsibility to do the surgery with all the implications I would have to follow, I was not afraid. If I had stayed that way it would have been worse because I could die at any moment.
It seems that the aneurysm had been born, or gained in life, because of the accumulated stress and the special situations we have been through. So, in conclusion, I only had 2 variants to live or die.
I did the surgery, but at the entrance to the surgery room, it seemed like I saw a lot of machines and computers around me like I was in a space research laboratory at NASA. Strange feeling …
I was not afraid, the doctor told me to be quiet, that everything would be good, but until I fell asleep on the surgery table, it seemed to me that I heard from some nurses that my chances of survival are no more than 10 %. Anyway, instead of smiling, their faces were crisp as if they knew exactly what was going to happen.
I fell asleep and woke up after 4 days of resuscitation, then brought to a salon where sufferers were.
Like I had a second time, and had another life, my head was not hurt.
Obviously on awakening I felt the need to smoke a cigarette, even if I was not allowed. A kinetoterapist came, helped me to move and possibly go a little. I asked him what he wants … “To help you do some recovery exercises and lead you through the aisle! This is my answer.
I replied … “I do not need, thank you I can do it myself”

He remained dumbfounded, and could not believe what he heard from a patient out of surgery after four days. Contrary to my expectation, my recovery was fast as if I had not done anything.
I walked myself out of bed, took my cigarettes, and headed for the service ladder that I knew was open and communicating with the outside world, where she could smoke a cigarette even at the risk of getting medical staff service, because after all the regulations you were not allowed to smoke in the hospital. What did I say, coming to laugh now, and what if?

I did not light up my cigarette, as did the doctor who operated and who asked me with a worried voice what to do?

As I am a narrated orator and an extraordinary nerve, I answer, “Do you see doctors that I smoke a cigarette?” He grin me with a little grimace in the corner of my mouth, and he said in a dazzling tone …” I wanted to see how you feel, if you can talk coherently, how do you move and feel good? “
After a few innocent jokes, the doctor realized I was feeling very well, and compared to the other patients who were left with the sequel after surgery, I was a total success.”Do not you realize it’s great? The doctor tells me … “What? I wonder wonderfully … “That you escaped when your chances were minimal? “” Yes, doctors answer this only because of you and my rabbit Mona, who woke me up, “I answer, and then I tell him in a few words how I got to him.

I stayed in the hospital for recovery about one month, until Christmas, after I came home.
At the entrance to the house guess who came in front of the door? Mona, with her gray blonde gendarme, with the two black marble blinking like happiness in the light, was glad to see me whole and unharmed, and that I was home again to care for her.
Yes, Mona my guardian angel who brought me back to life and gave me the hope and the desire to live again. I’m not saying that more than a month he slept at my head like a warm collar worried about my physical condition, although he had never come to bed next to me until now. What did she think in all those moments? I do not know…

That is reality, and how to love her like my head, not worrying about her just as she cared for me, as she knew, in my most difficult moments. It’s expensive.
And to say that a very small animal like her, she still thinks and reacts every time she needs, even though we are often misunderstood or we do not want to understand them.

I love you with all my heart and soul Mona, and I will care for you just as you too have cared for me … in my hard times!

Oct / 27/2017