Confession of a doctor, Vesna, they fought for her life for 13 hours in the airplane: I saw the endless sky with a lot of sparks, I didn't know if I was alive or dead (PHOTO)

She was feeling so bad that she just wanted to sleep and to make it all go away. Her wish came true

While she was returning from the exotic travel from Argentina, a doctor from Nis, Vesna Ignjatovic, couldn't even imagine that she will face one of the toughest days of her life. After 12 hours of flight, she got a high-risk pulmonary embolism. The fight for her life lasted for 13 hours, and she was transferred directly from the airport to the shock room of the Emergency Center Belgrade, where doctors struggled for 18 to save her life.

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Now, two months after the fatal flight, Dr. Ignjatovic is feeling much better and she talks about the longest hours of her life. After 12 hours of not moving in the airplane, she was woken up by a strong cramp in her left shin. When she saw that her feet were swollen, she understood that she fell asleep and that she stopped normal circulation in her feet from not moving. That is why the swelling appeared.

- I got up to take a walk to the toilet and after a few heads, I felt dizziness, nausea, lack of oxygen and strong heart pounding. I just collapsed 10 meters forward, losing my consciousness. After 3-4 minutes the stewardesses and my friends managed to bring me back, but I had a feeling that I was barely alive and I didn't even have the strength to sit down - the doctor said for "Niske Vesti".

She thought that if she vomited she will feel better, but the extra exertion drained her even more and she lost consciousness again.

- That is when they laid me on the ground and I was just lying there, neither dead nor alive. I called upon the God to help me because I have a deal with him to help others, and I can't even help myself - Vesna said.

I WONDERED IF I WAS ALIVE OR DEAD 

She was feeling so bad that she just wanted to sleep and to make it all go away. Her wish came true.

- Finally, all the troubles disappeared. I fell into an endless sleep, endless white sky with a lot of sparks. It was a gorgeous feeling of relief. Then I felt terrible cold (they placed an ice cold covers all over my body), I heard some words indistinct words in some foreign language. I remember asking if I were dead or alive? "You have to open your eyes", I said to myself, "if they are above you that means you are alive, if they are below, then you are going somewhere where you didn't plan" - she said.

She managed to see some people through her eyelashes.

- Good, I am still on Earth. I am alive. And that agony lasted for two hours until the airplane landed in Istanbul. Upon the landing the took me to the nearest seat near the exit to tie me because of the landing. My head tilted to the side and I saw a man in white from head to toe with a small smile of encouragement. Closing my eyes again, I thought: "There's an angel, he came for me".

When the plane landed, I opened my eyes again and I realized that was an Arab in white, with the same smile.

When she reached the Belgrade Emergency center, and when the doctors saw the lungs recording, everything was clear: the results pointed to the pulmonary embolism of high risk.

- They immediately "threw" me to the bed, plugged in oxygen, heparin infusion, constant heart monitoring and straight to the shock room of the ER where I stayed for 18 days under the constant supervision of the best doctors who fought for my life - Vesna said.

She is sure that this was an important lesson in her life. There were a lot of signs I couldn't interpret until this happened. I think that mistake is not in my hyperactivity and incredible energy consumption but the distribution of it. I kept working on something, and I became a donkey at the end. I did that to help others, not caring about myself. I always did everything I COULD. From now on, I will do what I SHOULD. And i will be of better use to myself and to others.

With this story I want to draw attention to what the airlines feel is of no importance, unfortunately, which is the movement during the flight, probably not knowing that the greatest hospital mortality in the world is the pulmonary embolism.

(Telegraf.co.uk / Niske Vesti)