La epopeya por la vida.

My beloved wife had to become my guardian angel, even with all the medications and supplemental oxygen, my health was deteriorating gradually. Even with all precautions, I had infected her and my children. The night before my hospitalization, she had a dream where she perceived a visit from my parents, who were warning her that I was in danger. She had to make the difficult decision to admit me to a hospital. Seeing the severity of my illness, she asked me which hospital I preferred to be treated at. At that moment, I became aware that I was deteriorating with hypoxia, which made it difficult for me to stay awake and alert. I thought of all the possibilities of where I could receive treatment, knowing that I was in critical condition and could die. I decided to go to the hospital where I work, where they know me and would not see me solely as another patient, but as a colleague in critical condition who would require the support of my medical colleagues and the intensive care unit to survive. I remember that even with the supplemental oxygen in my nasal cannulae, my oxygen saturation levels barely reached eighty when I was brought into the ambulance that took me to the emergency department of the hospital. I was received by the head of the emergency department and intensive care unit, who immediately decided to admit me. They reviewed my laboratory results, my oxygen saturation levels with and without oxygen, after which the head of the ICU told me that I needed to be intubated and that they would do everything possible. I replied, «You’re not going to do everything possible, you’re going to intubate me and save me.» And they proceeded to sedate me.