I am featuring a series of a brave ordeal a friend of mine, Sarah Na'matovu, whom I went to medical school with, went through a few years ago. Her writing touched my heart. This story is about her heart. Heart surgery to be exact. This is the third and final part of her account. 7 May 2011 (cont) The nurse taking care of me was all about doctor's orders, that my request for pethidine fell on deaf ears. So that night I kept dosing off for about 10-20minutes per a hour. Most of the time I was up because of the pain. The next shift of nurses came in at 8am the next morning. There was this really nice nurse, all smiles. I saw an opportunity here and I siezed it (I was really in alot of pain). When she asked me how I had spent the night, I told her I had not slept and could she please give me a shot of pethidine. God bless her, she gave IT to me. The next thing I remember is being woken up for lunch which I wanted to pass in favour of sleep. The all-serious nurse came ba
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