posted October 20, 2008 05:56 PM
Hi everyone, I'm in Italy right now and I cannot tell you how comforting it is to be back on Lindaland, reading all your replies.Something terrible happened. Yesterday was our first day in Italy. (one of my female friends and I) We were having dinner outside in the Travestere area and a man and his doberman walked by. He stopped to let us pet the dog. We were a little tipsy, and my friend asked if we could take a picture with the dog. She's had a great compassion and love of animals since she was young. When she was posing for the picture, the dog seemed nervous and was hiding behind his owner.
We felt the dog was a little nervous, so we sat back down without taking the picture. The owner insisted and said it was ok. He brought the dog around again, and my friend stood next to the dog and posed for the picture. In a split second, I heard a loud bark and my friend was on the floor a few feet away. It happened so fast. I ran over to her, and she said the dog bit her. I didn't see any marks, but then her lip split wide open all the way to her nose, and blood started gushing down.
I panicked and yelled for someone to get help. The restaurant brought a cloth with some ice, but it was bleeding profusely. My friend was screaming about her face, and asking if it was bad. I didn't want her to panic so I tried to comfort her, even though inside I was so scared. It was a large gash that went right through to the inside of her mouth. The screaming, the crying, the panic of all the people.
The owner of the dog brought his car around and drove us to a nearby hospital. My friend kept taking the cloth off and asking me to look at it, and tell her if it was bad and would scar. It was such a huge gash, and was so hard for me to keep looking everytime she asked me. But I told her it wasn't bad and that it may not scar. In the emergency room, no one spoke english. We were waiting and waiting and she then start screaming and crying saying that no one will love her now that she will have a scar right on her face. She kept saying that now she will be ugly, and was bawling, and bawling with such anguish and sorrow. It hit straight to a place in my heart and I could barely contain myself.
When she went into the treatment room they wouldnt let me come with her. I was outside in the waiting room, with the owner's wife and needed some air. I went outside and then broke down and started to cry. I cried so much I couldn't breathe, and the gasping for air made me so lightheaded my hands and feet started to tingle. Then my whole body started to tingle, and I started to see white flashes everywhere, and I got so afraid.
I tried to calm myself down, and centered my breathing finally, and feeling returned to my hands and feet. I looked around at the dark trees and the river in front of me, and all of a sudden felt such coldness. I felt so helpless. I felt like this world just operates on its own, and we have no control. Then i did something, I've never done before.
I called out for angels. I asked those angels to please come and help me. To please help me understand, because I didn't understand. No one answered...
Then I was called back in, and it was the beginning of a loooong night. After my friend got stitched up and released, the man didnt want to give us his information, and wanted to just go so we could never find him again. He was definitely shady. I asked the hospital to please call the police so we could file a report. I asked th orderly, and the ambulance man, but no one helped. They were only trying to help the man, and not us because we were foreigners. They wouldnt even give us a copy of the hospital record. I felt helpless like I was in some horrible movie where everyone is plotting against us. What made it worse that my friend kept screaming at me to do something about this. She was just standing there and not even helping me, expecting me to work out everything.
He kept asking for our hotel information, and I sensed something was not right. I'm so scared he is capable of bad things, or part of some organized crime family, and will try to track us down. So now I am trying to get a flight back home asap. I am afraid for my life and my family back home because the hotel has all my personal information. I get a very bad feeling from all of this.
I've been running around all day for my friend, going to the Farmacia, then the Canadian embassy, then again to the hospital. I've spent over 200 Euros in cab rides alone. The cost to change my flight is over $2000. I have not had a bite to eat, and haven't slept in 2 days. I feel like I'm in hell. Then I am trying to be strong for my friend, but I am scared too. Terrified actually.
I want to leave, but she wont let me. She keeps asking me to do everything for her, even though she is capable of doing everything. She makes me feel guilty for wanting to leave, and is trying to convince me to stay until Wednesday, so I can go with her to file a report.
I feel like such a crap friend, but I'm scared, and want to get home. My intuition is telling me to get out of here, but she keeps begging me to stay. What should I do? Am I in danger? Am I going to die? Is my family in danger? Should I stay here for my friend or go home?
I'm so confused. Sorry for the long rant, but I'm on my last ounce of sanity!