Another time the nurse from the nearby clinic comes, she just stands in the hallway and refuses to come in. “Oh, I can’t!” she says. And I can? I can do anything. What can I think of? How can I save him? He’s yelling, he’s in pain, all day he’s yelling. Finally I found a way: I filled a syringe with vodka and put that in him. He’d turn off, forget the pain. I didn’t think of it myself, some other women told me, they’d been through the same thing.
