Transplantatiedroom nr. 1

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Ik heb dit verhaal al eens eerder op Facebook geschreven. Let niet op het (vreselijk verschrikkelijk slechte) Engels, want ik schaam me er diep voor maar de droom was ook zo ontzettend warrig dat ik even niet anders wist hoe het te vertellen.

So, Enjoy:

I have had a crazy dream: I got my call for a transplant, and I was really excited, and not scared at all! So me, my boyfriend AND my twinsister went in the ambu, but when I asked if the sirene and the light could be turned on, they were really grumpy and they said that it was only for emergencys and not something to play with. (stupid men ) Then I got nauseous and got a Hypo, so we stopped at an gas station, to get me some coke and to switch places. Af ter we got in the hospital, we heard that the transplant surgeon was still in Mexico because he missed his flight (What?) so we had to go home en wait for him to come back. (all this in the middle of the night) It was no big deal for the donor patient because he was still on the vent, and could wait a few more hours, before he goes to waste (again, what? All said and heard in my dream) So, we went home and went back to sleep. After a few hours we got a call from the hospital again, to hear that they had found another surgeon who could do the surgery, so we had to get back immediately. So we did, and after we got in the hospital, I was left alone and had to go in surgery immediately. So I was lying there, and suddenly, the surgeon came in to my room with a circular saw (just saw House M.D. s06E05 yesterday, that's probably why I dreamed about that thing) and wanted to begin with the surgery. But the saw wasn't working, so the surgeon blamed it on me, having "bad vibes" so I couldn't get my transplant. And that was it. I think i really want my transplant real soon, because my dreams are getting weirder and weirder