On this day, February 3, 2018, the sun shines brightly across the sky and a warm breeze blows through the air.
I’m in the middle of a gorgeous sunbather and I’m enjoying my evening at the beach.
But then suddenly, the breeze suddenly cuts off, and I feel like I’m going to pass out.
I can’t keep my eyes open.
I feel dizzy, and my eyes are watering.
My heart is pounding.
The cold water is making me feel very uncomfortable, and as I’m drowning in my thoughts, I start to feel dizzier and nauseous.
I turn to my husband and ask him, “Is my wife OK?”
I am a very active and active woman, so I try to maintain a positive mood, even though I feel a bit dizzy.
I keep asking my husband, “Are you OK?”
He looks at me with a smile and says, “Yes, your wife is feeling better.”
I am completely stunned and can’t believe that he is saying this to me.
I am very excited about the prospect of getting back to the beach and enjoying the sun, so we decide to head out for a walk.
Suddenly, I feel something.
I look up and I see that my head is bleeding.
I realize that my blood has not stopped flowing into my scalp.
I quickly wash my head, and while I do so, I put on a face mask.
As I try not to cry out, I hear my wife, “I’m so sorry!
I can hear you, but I don’t know what to do.”
She looks at my husband with a sad look in her eyes.
“You should have called me first,” she says.
I start crying.
My husband tells me, “She will be OK.
She will not feel ill.”
I keep trying to console her.
I tell her, “We should do this again in the morning.”
I try desperately to tell her that I’m not going to be able to do this anymore.
Then, I look at my face mask and see that it has fallen off.
I find it on my head and begin to cry again.
My face is covered in blood.
I say, “Please don’t tell me that I am going to die.
Please don’t make me cry again.”
She asks, “What do you mean, please don’t?”
I say that I have never felt this much pain in my life.
She says, and her eyes begin to roll back in her head.
She looks down at her face and then back up at me.
She asks again, “How do you feel?”
I start screaming.
She grabs my hand and holds it.
“Please, stop,” she begs.
“I can’t,” I tell myself.
“No, no, no.
I have to do it.”
I hold my head down and hold her hand.
I pull her hand away and she screams again, telling me, “[Your husband] can do it, he can do this.”
“I need to be there,” I cry.
“He has to do something,” I sob.
I hold her and say, “[My husband] has to come to me and I have got to do the right thing.”
I start asking questions.
I ask, “Can you come back and do it?”
“I will do it,” she promises.
I sit in silence and then suddenly I am crying again.
I try again, but my voice is weak and I can barely hear myself.
I think, “He can’t do this,” I say.
“It’s not possible,” she tells me.
“She has to get me out of here.”
I realize now that she is trying to get us out of this situation.
“We have to get you out of there,” she asks.
I do not know how to respond to that.
I don: I cannot.
“But I know I can,” I reply.
I know she is right.
My mind starts racing, and then I say: “I know it’s not my fault.
I had to do what I had been told to do and that is not what I want to do.
I didn’t know I had blood in my scalp.”
I feel so hopeless and so scared.
She starts crying again, and tears come down her cheeks and down her chin.
“My husband,” she sobbs.
“Can’t you do something?”
I tell my husband that I cannot do this.
He tells me that he will be there and will do what he has been told.
My body begins to shake.
I scream, “My head hurts!
My heart hurts!
I have a fever!
I feel nauseous!”
I try so hard to reassure my wife that I will be fine, that she will be okay, and that she can do what she has been instructed to do: she can get out of the water and go back to