с самолета в реанимацию..... from the plane to the intensive care unit .....

As they say, time heals. . . Well, yes. that's exactly the case. A year went by, and there was no trace of that terrible, staphylococcal tonsillitis. But the insult remained, and it can no longer be cured. it was at the end of that summer. Before the start of the school year, we decided to bask in the sun. Arrived in Kimer, hotel Larissa. photos of dirt (if possible) will send. The leather salesman kept pestering me, right at breakfast. (he has a shop in the tourist dining area). The animation didn't bother me at all. Well, I know how to entertain myself =) But the food!! ! The food is quiet horror. What was not eaten yesterday was filled with eggs, and they tried to feed it again. "Clean" dishes with lipstick stains, forks with leftover food. no breakfast at all. Our fellow citizens dragged everything that was more or less edible, loaded it into plates, ate it, and what they couldn’t eat on the spot, they brought it to the room...
About the room. he stank like hell. all around bare wiring and mold. Candeas have not been cleaned there for years. My entire vacation was on the beach. But even there, someone did a HUGE pile in the dressing room. In general, the photo must be shown to understand what I mean. BUT !! ! Fact. From the plane we drove home. I have already given up on dinner. Start shaking hard. Squeezed hellish throat. Each breath or sip cut his throat with a dagger. I went to the store to get a thermometer, my eyes clouded, and I realized that I was dying. 40.2. From fright, I burst into tears, my nose swelled up, and there was absolutely nothing to breathe. (I do not remember). The doctor from the ambulance and my husband quietly whispered how good it is to live, that I still have to visit many countries, and so on... Such calmness, peace, I dozed and looked out the window, thinking, if my husband is in the ambulance nearby, then how the doctor promised that the ENT would just look at me, and we’d go home by taxi. And then it couldn’t even enter my head why my husband was sewing a dressing gown, slippers, a spoon, a warm blanket, etc. The thought that not everything was so smooth flashed only when in the dark, in the window, I saw a huge ambulance rushing somewhere, and anxiously turning blue lights. In the first infectious disease I was taken without a queue. Everyone smiled quietly, saying everything will be fine, which seriously intimidated me. I got up, said loudly, nothing hurts me, I went home and fell back on the couch. The husband left. They put me in a car and drove me around the hospital. The nurse and I walked, the guards with machine guns opened the iron doors for us, one, the second, the third..... for infectious patients are very limited). I remember bars bars, bars, evil guards, and inscriptions everywhere, if the patient runs away, shoot.
To the claim to the thuja, they replied that the uncleanliness of the hotel, and as a result, a hotbed of infection, is your personal opinion.

GUYS, THINK, DO YOU GO???? ? Now you won’t drive me there under the machine gun. And I wish the hotel management that they rest just like me =) it can also be cooler =)))))) (ps although only a fatal outcome would be cooler. )