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To continue my hospital story... I dont remember getting to Sandton hospital or most of the time I was there. My mom had arrived in SA and at the hospital at about the same time that the ambulance did with me. She had taken the first Emirates flight from Bahrain to SA when she had heard the news. Becuase the doctors gave me so much morphine and sedated me for most of my stay at Sandton hospital, I dont remember much of it except for flashes of moments. I arrived at Sandton on the night of the 28th of November and would stay there till 10 December. All the time while I was at Sandton I was very confused as to which country I was actually in. I thought that I was in Kenya as it was half way between Dubai and South-Africa; however, thinking about it now that does not make sense. I also don't remember my parents being with me. One day which I distinctly remember from Sandton was the day that 2 elders from my church, 3CI, came to visit me and pray for me; they also bought me a fan as I ...