A few years ago, I lived with my husband in a household (he wrote a dissertation, I studied and we saved money). A small room without kitchen, laundry and toilet. In short, the typical room is social. The husband then began to get blind and his pressure began to rise for unknown reasons, (then it turned out that from the tumor) we rushed to the doctors, they didn't understand, the drugs didn't help and one of them advised to put his husband a leech to dilute the blood and reduce the pressure. And here I found these leaches (thick mucous creatures) put their husband on the back, they ate and fell, thick and bloody, shorter than the brr. It was in the evening, there was nowhere to throw them out and I put them in a bag, and sent them to the garbage can until morning. My husband made a dressing and we went to bed.



I wake up in the morning full of blood. Husband in Blood. The bed is all in blood, and on the floor there are blood circles around the bed. God, how I wept like in horror movies. The husband woke up and fell into a stupor from what he saw, the commando ran, and grabbed his heart, fell without feelings.



I almost became a rabbit. As it turned out later, from the gerudine, which is excreted into the blood, it does not collapse for hours and so much from the husband that it filled the floor of the bed. These frogs smelled the smell, bite the bag and wandered around the bed all night, leaving a bloody mark. How much time has passed and I still can’t develop that shit.