I was 11 years old, lying in a chamber with the same guys, who every day, from boredom something to surprise. Yes, and all the fun, one made a bomb and it exploded damaging the eye, the other fought his nose with a cat and the one dropped his nails in the eye, I don't remember the others.

The day of the operation has come, everyone is looking with interest at the preparation and here someone is talking.

P: “It’s a pity that you won’t get up today, you could run today.”

I: Can’t I get up? ? to ? to I will get up immediately after the operation. ! to ! to This was my first drug experience.

P: No, you are the one. Everyone sleeps a long time after the drug!

I: I am not everything. I will get up immediately after the operation and walk around the room! to argue? ! to ? to ! to

I bet I don’t remember. Witnesses were the whole chamber and nurses who assured me that nothing would go out, which naturally inflamed me even more.

I was taken to the operating room, the doctors said something encouraging, and I lie down and program myself to win the dispute.

I woke up when I was already taken to the room, the first thought was to get up! ! to ! to

He stood, but his arms and legs were tied to the catallice, disconnected.

It turned on when they had already been brought, disconnected and started to move to bed. There are two nurses, father and mother, and I have the idea of fixing up! ! to ! to

I get up - they lay down, I break out - they lay down, I start screaming that I want to get up and I break out with force. I am 11 years old, I am held by 4 adults, and I occasionally trick to tear that hand, that leg, and try to get up shouting something incomprehensible to others.

The parents were not jokingly frightened and here the nurses remember my quarrel and let me get up and walk after which I safely turn off.

I was considered the hero of the chamber until the release.