Deep down, I still believe I was punished to have such a childhood … {Part #2}

In the 1st part of the story, I have told you about a period when my grandmother was trying to grow her wealth with me : "I remember my grandmother constantly dressed me like a boy when I was 4 years old. I was supposed to look very shabby, as she was trying to make me look much sicker than I was to inspire pity for others. I remember how she would make me sit in an old child chair with no smile and stand up straight to take a photo. She put that photo all over the Teletext (in that period, teletext was like the internet right now; you could sell stuff there, read news, and so on) for people to see me, read my story, read about my heart issues, and--most importantly-- donate money."

If you want to read Part #1 click here

 

Well, I have found the pictures to show you exactly how it was.

 

To continue with the story, I will quote the last part of the post : "I made it back to my wonderful town Constanta, but it was a huge change for me. I went from a quiet town, with calm, German people and education at a high level, to this noisy town, with gypsies, big streets, and so much noise."

 

It was summer, a had to get used with the people, the new games from the neighborhood, the hours of staying at home alone. Meanwhile I was living in the other town, 3 of my brothers left the country, at home remained just one...but he was out all the time, so I was staying home by myself, playing for hours and waiting for someone to come home. Anyway, it was better to stay in silence then to go away to my grandmother. I managed to make some friends and had a nice summer.

 

 

Fall came, my 1st grade and a lot of excitement with it. I loved being home, living with my family. I did not like to get bored, so in the week-end I would take different classes; floriculture, painting, English, French, dancing, sewing class ... anything just to do something.

 

 

That time was the period called in Romania "The generation with the key around the neck" - you only had just one big yellow key, tied up with a rope and wear it underneath the shirt. If you would lose it at least one week you will stay in the house grounded.

 

I was feeling the taste of freedom, I had responsibilities, never caused any trouble to my parents, never arguing with someone, after school I would do my homework first then go to play, even if it was Friday.

 

Well, this fun part lasted for one year, the next summer I was back at my grandma`s house.

 

The kids this day would do a drama because something like this, even my siblings ... but I did not, I was just a "good kid".

 

So, I got back. Surprisingly, my grandma changed ... If before I was eating all the time toast bread with garlic and grease, all kind of desserts made of apples, soup and potato's with cheese, this time the menu changed, and not only the menu, but herself too.

 

My favorite desserts where bun with rhubarb and a cream made with strawberry and white cream. The steak was awesome! For the first time she let me make friends, the kids from the block called me from outside to come and play...and she let me! I am smiling now, cause that was the feeling of being raised and having a vacation at my grandparents.

 

But, the nice moments would end. I got a flue, but not a normal one, a whooping cough manifested and asthma released from nowhere. I had some terrible seizures breathing, I wanted to breath normally but I could not, something would stop the air entering my lungs. These seizures where so often, my grandma was laughing all the time, she would not panic, just say "Here goes the donkey again!" - after days and days, and minutes of not breathing we went to the hospital. I had to stay in the hospital ... alone! After a couple of days of hospitalization, my mother found out from my grandfather what was going on and came to bring me home. After a huge fight between them, my mother found out that I never ate the chocolate and all the sweets she was sending because my grandma was eating all of them while I was sleeping in the night, saying that "they are not good for the children!". We left and went home by train.

 

The reason that I do not have something to say about my grandfather is because he was so quiet, even my grandma beat him, he could not say a thing in front of the Hitler Grandma. Sometimes, when I woke up in the morning, I would find some sweets under my pillow. I loved him so much, he was the most pleasant person in the world.

 

When I got home, we went directly to a doctor that said I should stay by the sea, the air from the mountain is making me sick having the lungs too small for my age.

 

Being born the fifth child, my mother had some health problems, but the pregnancy did not, I was born with no problem, the problems came out later in time.

 

After some tests, the results where that I did not developed physically like all the children with the same age, all my organs are smaller and I will have different issues throughout the life.

 

This was not so important at that time, I was too happy to be home and nothing could ruin my happiness.

 

At 11 years old a funny thing started to happen; every time I would fall, hurt myself by mistake I would faint so I had to be very careful. Imagine the terror! I was a child, child task is to fall hahhahahhaha !

 

Everything was "normal" for me. Year by year I was smiling and being a happy kid. When one of my siblings would came home to take me out for an ice-cream it was the happiest time of my life. I lost those years but I felt like I recovered every part of it.

 

In the summer when I was 13 years old I started to feel sick, I never went out to play, I had tummy ache all the day, could not eat, so of course I went to the doctor, and not only one. For one month I went from doctor to another doctor, they did not knew what was the problem. After a month, one night at 10 P.M. I started to feel sick again, but worse, we rush to the emergency, it was just a bloody appendicitis. My mother went home for my papers, to show the doctors that I have some heart problems and to not make me a general anesthesia. But, of course, if you are in Romania, in a county hospital they do not care, they just cut you like you cut a pig. So, at 11 P.M. the operation started, my mother was on her way back to me. She managed to come in the side room of operation right when the anesthetist made a mistake while doing me the rachianesthesia; I felt a huge pain in my pelvis like something would rip it and I started to scream very loud. My mother faint in the other room (what she told me) and the doctors administrated me a shot to make me fall asleep.

 

It was 6:10 A.M., I open my eyes hearing the sound of birds. They did it, I was operated. I felt so numb, I wanted to move my legs but it was impossible, I felt nothing.

 

A nurse came and starting to scream that I have to move and slapped me over the legs. What I did? Nothing! Because I was used to say nothing!

 

My mother came in the afternoon when she finished work, I told her that I am OK, did not want to panic her. I prayed that I will start to move and recover. The next day I started to feel a little bit some parts of the legs, that was the beginning of my recovering all by myself. I would walk down and up the stairs from 8th floor just to make them run again.

 

After 7 days I was home...for me it was just like a small slap on the face unlike the period living with my grandparents.

 

But that was not all. Every night I would wake up and scream of pain, I had terrible back pain, my mother was massaging me all the night, I had to sleep with her. I was a mess ... i was sick of all.

 

After some months of not sleeping, one of my siblings took me to Italy to take more tests. Tests after tests ... Oh God, we have even today some big issues on the medical part in Romania.

 

So ... surprise, because of a wrong rachianesthesia the nerve of my spine was damaged; I had to take a lot of pills to increase the strength of it, all kind of exercises but not sport ... the main idea was to "be a good kid" but in some other way......to be continued.

 

 

 

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{I was picking up the photos for you ... taken it half an hour ago.} Kisses @steemians!