Before anything, I want to thank the collaboration of
@Lady_GodivaII
in the correction of this story. Well, just as I promised my friend @Ovat, I'll tell a story, perhaps known to some friends from my era on RadioP. Since it's half-long to talk about the topic, I'll do it in a couple of posts.
PART 1
It was the year seventy-four when this began. My father was a service provider in the electricity department of my small town's hospital. This hospital had been directed and administered by a congregation of nuns for many years since its founding, until with the advent of democracy around eighty-three, it was decided that it would come under municipal control.
My father was doing an installation at this entity around seventy-four when I was a 16-year-old adolescent. He would sometimes take me to help him on weekends and during vacations. I must admit that this was something that really bothered me.
Not because of the work itself, but because I genuinely abhorred my father's trade.
One day, precisely a Saturday, when all the male siblings - I was the youngest of six brothers, four males and two females, born in a total of seven years and four months - were helping my old man with his tasks at the hospital, I felt very strong pain in my stomach.
It was so bad that I fell to the floor twisting in agony and had to be helped by my siblings to move me inside the hospital for the doctor on duty to examine me.
As it was a Saturday afternoon, the doctor was very busy, and it took him some time to find a spare moment to check on me. But he only needed five minutes to diagnose acute peritonitis and ordered an urgent call to a surgeon who was on standby at that moment.
As I mentioned earlier, the nuns were responsible for practically everything, not just administration; they also worked as nurses, instrument technicians, collaborators in all operations, midwives, and even one of them had driven the ambulance more than once.
The thing is that I was taken to the operating room as I was. Sweaty, dirty from work, and in pain.
Then a group of Sisters, who had prepared me for the imminent operation.
One was in charge of holding me back since I was really hurting a lot, another started taking off my clothes, and once I was already wearing Adam's clothes, one of them began to shave my pubic area.
Imagine you all, the situation! Naked, with a lot of pain, and surrounded by three Nuns!!
While one was rubbing me down with disinfectant on my abdominal area, the other was going at it with the shaving machine (at that time it was with razor leaves), my friend, from embarrassment, had turned into an umbilical cord more!!!!
The Sister who was handling those matters was very young and very beautiful, she had recently joined the group, and I must admit that she was very skilled in those areas.
It's worth noting that Sister Josefa was 25/26 years old at the time and had just been transferred from another city, probably from the north, due to some kind of problem, about which I only found out later!!!
Still hurting and embarrassed, I was when she started manipulating the little friend to leave him in impeccable condition, and the gentleman began to come around.
This, beyond frightening the Sister, seemed to be amusing her and making jokes like... Mmmm. It seems you're a bit less painful now, or ...Someone looks like they don't know what's going on, that you're about to get operated on and things of that kind, which was celebrated and shared by the others, a situation that produced in me I don't know if shame or pleasure.
But the pain was really intense, I couldn't even make a comment about her words.
A little later, the surgeon and anesthetist (who are now great friends of mine) arrived to prepare for the surgery.
While Josefa finished giving the final touches to the friend, who at that moment was already fully shaved, the other nuns were helping the doctors prepare the instruments and other accessories they would use to operate.
Once the little friend had been all cleaned up, Josefa, He gave two slaps and a half in a whisper, and I heard him say, “you relax, you'll have your moment”.
Next, they spread something like a green blanket with an opening at my stomach level over my naked and exposed nature. They put a mask on my mouth and nose and asked me to count down from 20 to zero.
I started: 20, 19, 18, 17, 16...15...14...13...12...11...10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...0... zzzzzzzz...
When I woke up, I was surrounded by a lot of people, many noises and murmurs mixed with some laughter and jokes.
My old man, my old lady, my five brothers, my girlfriend Adriana from that moment, two friends from ENET where I studied, the neighbor next to my house, all with happy faces and joy that I didn't understand!
And to my surprise, although I was completely covered in sheets and a comforter, my friend was fully awake.
As if only those words of Josefa's resonated in my head, even though I was still half asleep: you relax, you'll have your moment.
Dad broke the silence and hushed the murmurs, Well, everyone go outside, luckily everything turned out well, but let Rodo rest. Slowly, everyone gave me a kiss and left the room.
Then my old man said to me, You had it rough!!!! Thank goodness we were working at the hospital or maybe you didn't count right.
After a few hours, I felt fine, except for the logical discomfort of having been manipulated inside and having a wound from which I still have a scar.
The person in charge of making sure that wound didn't get infected was Josefa.
She would remove the tapes twice a day, take off the gauze, clean and disinfect the affected area, and then cover it with new gauze and fresh tapes again. And she would administer me injections (I suppose they were antibiotics) every 8 or 12 hours.
Always, always, there was a rare smile on her face, a mix of mischief and natural sympathy, and I never stop wondering if I remembered everything. When I started to respond, she would turn around and leave saying, it's going well, I'll attend to those who need me more than you
I thought I understood that she was referring to the fact that there was always someone accompanying me, a brother/sister, my old lady, sometimes Adriana, some friend or friends whom I would make leave immediately when she entered and that gave her a kind of jealousy, but everything remained in those few words we exchanged.
Time went by inexorably and the moment came to be discharged from the hospital and the corresponding abandonment. My old lady took care of gathering all my things, helped me get dressed and left with the purse and some other things while I was alone in the room, Josefa entered. Humm, so you're abandoning me, she said with a tone!
There was a strange look on her face and a poorly disguised smile. Never did I respond, only leaving the hospital!! I promised that every time I could, I would come to visit and thank you for everything you did for me!! I told her. And we parted ways with I hope you keep your word from her and I assure you that I will do so from my part, without more we gave each other a warm hug and a kiss on the cheeks, which when writing this, I can assure you that I still feel!!!
PART 2
My life continued to flow normally, studying at ENET, with double schooling.
In the mornings, we would take all theoretical subjects and in the afternoons, we would attend workshop classes.
Every now and then, I would pass by the hospital to visit Josefa, with whom, over time, we became very good friends.
Whenever I went to visit her, I made sure to bring some small gift, a chocolate, a bag of candies, sometimes flowers, etc.,
Small things within reach of a student with limited economic resources, but she would appreciate them as if they were precious jewels and we would dedicate ourselves to talk about anything, accidents, sick acquaintances of mine, his work, etc., etc... and one day, I asked him to tell me why he had chosen to become a nun, being such a beautiful and nice woman.
(MAYBE I'LL TELL THIS STORY ANOTHER TIME, AS IT'S BECOMING VERY LONG TO NARRATE WHAT FOR ME WAS A SMALL BUT UNFORGETTABLE HISTORY)
Life went on, Adriana no longer existed in my life. In mid-1975, after a great discussion with my father, I decided to leave my home, and in November, after finishing the academic course, I moved to live for a time at my uncle's house in a city near Paraná, but in Buenos Aires Province. Not before meeting Alba, who would later be the mother of my two older daughters.
Around March 1976, the most atrocious civic-military coup that this country remembers took place, and in that town, which was very important for steel production at the time, people began to disappear, etc., etc., etc.
In the end, my father, concerned about the situation of the country, decided to come looking for me, and after an extensive conversation where the differences that had motivated my departure from his house and city were clarified, I decided to return to my place of birth.
It would be May or June when I returned, and a few days later, we ran into Alba casually, after greeting each other, she hinted that where there was fire, ashes remain...and then it started, our new relationship. She was 14 years old at the time, and I was 17.
On July 2nd, she turned 15, and there were celebrations, so much so that when I turned 18 on November 15th, we got married.
By those strange things of nature, our first daughter was born seven months later.
The thing is that she gave birth in the hospital and was attended to by Josefa among others. It's obvious that Josefa recognized me immediately when we went to the hospital, and after congratulating me and putting up with it at the moment Alba gave birth, it was she who put my newborn daughter in my hands. Smiles, tears, joys, and a murmur, very low……… “You be quiet, you'll have your moment” CHANNNNNNNN!!!!
There I was again, the phrase that had been hammering my head (actually, heads) for more than two years!!!
After my baby girl's birth, I would visit Josefa every now and then and bring her small gifts, and our chats and comments would resume, along with questions about my absence, why this marriage, etc., etc. Until I couldn't take it anymore and directly told her that I was going crazy, that I was burning out, and that I wanted to make love to her.
Far from avoiding the topic, she makes a challenge!!
IF IT IS TRULY TRUE, EVERYTHING I TELL YOU, ON DECEMBER 31ST AT MIDNIGHT, WHEN THE YEAR IS CHANGING, I'LL BE WAITING FOR YOU IN MY ROOM, TO RECEIVE IT TOGETHER!!!!
The nuns have their communal living quarters in a beautiful house attached to the hospital, separated from it by a chapel, and each one has her own bedroom there.
But, imagine the situation!!!!
How do I make it, on December 31st at 12:00, when the whole family is gathered, to sneak away and go receive the year with Her???? It was practically impossible!!!!
My head (the top one) was boiling, a thousand discarded ideas, a thousand images, a thousand fears, assuming I could get there, and if they find me inside the nuns' house???
Time passed and my renga neuron didn't stop hammering...
I want to be with Josefa. I want to be with Josefa. I want to be with Josefa.
In summary. We agreed with Alba that we would have a party at her parents' house and another at mine.
On the 24th with my olds, and my family, and on the 31st with her family. Something had been achieved.
Now the topic was to get out of one family, since if we were all together, it would be more than impossible.!!!
Until December 24th, the plan worked perfectly, it was a very lovely Christmas Eve, followed by a very happy Christmas.
Seven days later, obviously... It would arrive on 12/31 and I had to celebrate with Alba's family. And my head, couldn't stop thinking about Josefa, whom I visited continuously every time I could. We even drew plans for how we'd do it on 12/31, so we could enter her room without being seen and no one would notice her absence at the toast hour, a custom also maintained by the Nuns. She told me it's quite normal, that everyone spends that moment in the chapel, gathered praying, with the Parish Priest from my city. That, equally, she'd take care of finding a way to excuse herself and be able to wait for me in her dormitory. As I said, and I don't want to sin by being repetitive, but it's a detail worth highlighting, Josefa was an extremely beautiful woman, with unmatched charm, and a smile that illuminates squares around her when she exposes it!!! Something that managed to fly my head (both) in a way never lived before by me!!
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No hace falta entender , espero la segunda . sldos.
Suena rico y deja con ganas de más.
historias como esta dejan una huella que no se puede borrar en la vida de cada uno.
Mil gracias por permitirnos a todos conocerla, la forma en que esta escrita hace que uno sienta que la está viviendo.
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