spent the Holy Week, and started the hot phase. That year seemed to anticipate the summer. I remember with great uneasiness that car journeys with no air conditioning, a work to another, increasingly numerous and far away, always with a cigarette sticking out the window, steering wheel, red hot, and a tape cassette playing at full blast, while not binding, in an ancient cassette player several kilos. By then listened indiscriminately Shrimp, Miles Davis, Asphalt, Iceberg, Sisa, Charlie Parker and others of that ilk undocumented. That changed when he picked up Pilar, who put tape Black, Serrat, Roberto Carlos, and other wildlife far more elegant than I was attracted to me. His presence served to dignify the car. I always missed the bronze if roles had been flat or the back seat scattered haphazardly and forced me to put everything before moving. Occasionally opened the trunk, and put everything in perfect order, I have always been unable available. It was she who bought the right environment, which gave the order to bring it to washing, cleaning out the glove box of papers and all those useless minutiae that drives everyone.
One Saturday indeterminate, between Easter and summer, left with Monty and Javier, Luis and Felipe, etc, and spent the afternoon at the home of the latter. A wonderful evening, which lasted until the wee hours of the morning. On returning home, after leaving his Pilar after a long talk in the car (it was another custom ours. Never we found the time to say goodbye at all, except in the rare cases in which there was a mosqueo involved) I found a picture of those who never forget, because you is recorded in memory as a fire, my mother, in pajamas, emerged from the darkness of the hallway, crying, and told me my father had given him a heart attack.
When I was scared of the situation, especially because the last thing I expected was that my mother was awake so late in the morning, we can add the gravity of the news, also released so suddenly from nowhere, without anesthesia nothing. Let's not forget that in those days, mobile phones were still an unattainable dream. I remember that the heart was quickly latirme while my mother began to tell of the details, but without going into much depth. Tan I was nervous that I can not think of anything else to call the Hospital Puerta de Hierro, a place which had led him to inquire about his condition, and without taking into account all the time it was. The kind nurse who took my phone (any other would have sent me away by telephone at that time) told me that my father was in the ICU, but quiet and fully stabilized. I told my mother, who was more relaxed at the news and left to mourn, and I was left with the question of whether to call or not to tell Pilar. Fortunately sanity prevailed and I decided to let him rest.
that night, how could it be otherwise, I slept little and poorly, and the next day I woke up more tired than I had slept. No more waking up, I called Pilar and told what happened. I immediately said that he came with me to the Puerta de Hierro Clinic. I told him not to leave him, and tell him that afternoon, but he insisted, and after just over an hour, picked it up and we went there.
My father was in the ICU, and could only move one at a time. When my turn came after my mother and my sister, I fit those plastic booties are in hospitals, and entered the room. The poor thing was piped from the top down, and when I saw could not help getting excited.
The heart of my father marked a before and after in his life. Had begun to feel ill in the house of a friend in the Negrales after dinner and play a game very smooth pediment. Discomfort initially blamed the food, but when he had to lie because they do not take it anymore, my mother insisted that the friend asked for an ambulance. Were it not for the intuition and the insistence of my mother, it is very possible that he had not counted.
just spent a couple of days in the ICU. Then, on Tuesday or Wednesday of next week, I went to a room. Pilar and I went to see him almost every day. It was the first time there was something serious in my family, and We were all very sensitive. I remember those days with a great burden of sadness, because things also began to twist in the company. Every time there was more work, I either had too much experience, and that made things get complicated. Luckily, Pilar was at my side, though, I suppose inevitably, because of what my father and the sad situation in the company, my character changed. She was full of optimism, although his company also things were starting to get hard, with an excessive workload and pressure on employees out of the ordinary.
Over time, we realized that my father had given therapeutic infarction. Following that, quit smoking and lost a lot of kilos. The worst was the aftermath, as both my brother Javier and I had to quit too, because smoked about a pack of Winstons diary, my father went on to become a smoke-free allatola attitude that continues even today . The fact is that substantially improved their health, out soon in the Puerta de Hierro Clinic, took the corresponding strength tests and analysis, and everything returned to normal. The doctor who treated him said he had seen worse angina your heart, but be careful anyway, and he did. Go he did. For that was also my mother's watchful eye for anything that might harm, both in terms of food, as in regard to daily exercise.
Pilar's attitude in those hard moments of my life was to be by my side at all times. We knew many couples, leading to even more years of marriage, had come down with any problems you had one, and I had even thought at the time that Pilar was undergoing a very tough test. It was at that time still very far from knowing the real status of the person who had decided to share my life. About my father, who had done me a world I do not was almost nothing compared with what would come next, and I mean the last two years, but events, not very distant in time, which will turn them in next entries. It was the first time we experienced a situation of serious family illness of a close relative, although she had had the experience of suffering the death of his aunt Amadora and one of his sons, both of cancer. A terrible experience. I was, so to speak, more accustomed to the pain that I had never even lived a similar experience. Pilar that maturity helped me cope with more or less completeness the whole thing from my father.
One Saturday indeterminate, between Easter and summer, left with Monty and Javier, Luis and Felipe, etc, and spent the afternoon at the home of the latter. A wonderful evening, which lasted until the wee hours of the morning. On returning home, after leaving his Pilar after a long talk in the car (it was another custom ours. Never we found the time to say goodbye at all, except in the rare cases in which there was a mosqueo involved) I found a picture of those who never forget, because you is recorded in memory as a fire, my mother, in pajamas, emerged from the darkness of the hallway, crying, and told me my father had given him a heart attack.
When I was scared of the situation, especially because the last thing I expected was that my mother was awake so late in the morning, we can add the gravity of the news, also released so suddenly from nowhere, without anesthesia nothing. Let's not forget that in those days, mobile phones were still an unattainable dream. I remember that the heart was quickly latirme while my mother began to tell of the details, but without going into much depth. Tan I was nervous that I can not think of anything else to call the Hospital Puerta de Hierro, a place which had led him to inquire about his condition, and without taking into account all the time it was. The kind nurse who took my phone (any other would have sent me away by telephone at that time) told me that my father was in the ICU, but quiet and fully stabilized. I told my mother, who was more relaxed at the news and left to mourn, and I was left with the question of whether to call or not to tell Pilar. Fortunately sanity prevailed and I decided to let him rest.
that night, how could it be otherwise, I slept little and poorly, and the next day I woke up more tired than I had slept. No more waking up, I called Pilar and told what happened. I immediately said that he came with me to the Puerta de Hierro Clinic. I told him not to leave him, and tell him that afternoon, but he insisted, and after just over an hour, picked it up and we went there.
My father was in the ICU, and could only move one at a time. When my turn came after my mother and my sister, I fit those plastic booties are in hospitals, and entered the room. The poor thing was piped from the top down, and when I saw could not help getting excited.
The heart of my father marked a before and after in his life. Had begun to feel ill in the house of a friend in the Negrales after dinner and play a game very smooth pediment. Discomfort initially blamed the food, but when he had to lie because they do not take it anymore, my mother insisted that the friend asked for an ambulance. Were it not for the intuition and the insistence of my mother, it is very possible that he had not counted.
just spent a couple of days in the ICU. Then, on Tuesday or Wednesday of next week, I went to a room. Pilar and I went to see him almost every day. It was the first time there was something serious in my family, and We were all very sensitive. I remember those days with a great burden of sadness, because things also began to twist in the company. Every time there was more work, I either had too much experience, and that made things get complicated. Luckily, Pilar was at my side, though, I suppose inevitably, because of what my father and the sad situation in the company, my character changed. She was full of optimism, although his company also things were starting to get hard, with an excessive workload and pressure on employees out of the ordinary.
Over time, we realized that my father had given therapeutic infarction. Following that, quit smoking and lost a lot of kilos. The worst was the aftermath, as both my brother Javier and I had to quit too, because smoked about a pack of Winstons diary, my father went on to become a smoke-free allatola attitude that continues even today . The fact is that substantially improved their health, out soon in the Puerta de Hierro Clinic, took the corresponding strength tests and analysis, and everything returned to normal. The doctor who treated him said he had seen worse angina your heart, but be careful anyway, and he did. Go he did. For that was also my mother's watchful eye for anything that might harm, both in terms of food, as in regard to daily exercise.
Pilar's attitude in those hard moments of my life was to be by my side at all times. We knew many couples, leading to even more years of marriage, had come down with any problems you had one, and I had even thought at the time that Pilar was undergoing a very tough test. It was at that time still very far from knowing the real status of the person who had decided to share my life. About my father, who had done me a world I do not was almost nothing compared with what would come next, and I mean the last two years, but events, not very distant in time, which will turn them in next entries. It was the first time we experienced a situation of serious family illness of a close relative, although she had had the experience of suffering the death of his aunt Amadora and one of his sons, both of cancer. A terrible experience. I was, so to speak, more accustomed to the pain that I had never even lived a similar experience. Pilar that maturity helped me cope with more or less completeness the whole thing from my father.
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