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This story happened eighteen years ago.I was twenty-four at that time and I had two little children.One was six months and the other two years.I was tired and sleepy all the time but I thought it had been because of looking after my little boys.Shortly after the Chrismas I caught a severe tonsilitis and then I was feeling even worse for a few weeks.I wasn´t feeling well.The red spots started to appear on my legs and soon afterwards, even on my hands.I looked like a mottled hen.I went to see doctors and underwent various check-ups but they were at their wit´s end.The cause wasn´t found and I ended up in hospital.

On the next morning they took my blood sample.However, two days later the nurse told me they´d have to take another blood sample because the ampoule vanished.I unwillingly agreed because I was feeling very bad.When on the next day I asked a doctor what wrong with me was and how long I´d have to be here she just shrugged and said:“Be happy because you´re here.At least you´re going to take a rest from the children.This is a good place for you.“ But I wanted to be at home with my children.So I signed the refusal form of medical treatment and went home.Before my leaving the hospital the doctor gave me harangue that I gambled with my health and I should see my G.P.at least once a week.When I came back home it was a shock for everyone.My mum gave me a dressing down and told me that I had two children and in this way I´d lose them because I wasn´t having medical treatment.I didn´t care a hoot about it.I never liked the hospital and since my childhood I´ve programmed in my head that I didn´t need it.