Unlike the best friends of women – diamonds, the best friends of men – bottles look more solid and are much cheaper.

About doctors and robbers.

At the beginning of the zero, I was diagnosed with cancer. And as they found out, the usual district surgeon, to whom I went with a complaint of back pain, immediately sent me to the Ostrowski Hospital in Sokolnikov. There in the reception room sent for X-rays, immediately did all the tests and placed in the female oncology department. by Cito. A day later, w. At the department, an elderly, hard-talking Armenian woman did me have an operation. Before the operation, she began to ask me how I got to life like this. A tumor of 4 cm is a really giant tumor, it is impossible to ignore. I say that for a long time I have been observed in a mammologist of a pathological clinic of pathological management of a very pathological structure. For the money. and expensive. That there are problems with the tumor and metastases to the lymph nodes he could not but see. But the money was more expensive for him. Therefore, he was feeding stories about ordinary inflammation. It was cold, said the Armenian, and something longer in Armenian. What I am writing here and now is a monument to that woman surgeon. Three other women came with me. We are now friends. All are alive. And we did not approve the protocols of treatment, we did not stand in line for the quota, we did not extortion a ruble of money. We were just healed. by Cito. A terrible system. have modernized.

Now with the same diagnosis comes to the doctors of a colleague. It’s bad, she says. Tumor is 1. We need to operate, a million without quotas, but there are no quotas yet. Write down there and there. Will have to wait. Well, so far, according to the approved treatment protocols, we must prochemize and pro-radiologize you. Do a dozen other analyses. You are sorry, but even with your diagnosis - everything is paid and we as the leading organization in the country - everything is very expensive. How much, well, for example, one X-ray tomography session as two of your monthly pensions. Plus this and for that. I want to live. had to pay. Here is the quota and you can lie under the surgeon's knife. and happiness. You will pay another hundred for the tests before the operation. They are not included in the quota, but they are mandatory under the protocol. by Plato. It is you. performed an operation. And if the surgeon in the Ostrum hospital with the wrong medicine released patients without complications, then now in the right medicine, everyone comes out with complications - then paralyses, then organs are rejected, then what outrage. And according to the protocol of the unfortunate also shattered radiation and not point, but whole. The tumor is called. They are the best in the country.

Tell me, why be surprised if medicine from now on is the sphere of service. How much paid, for this amount and brought you the waiter and the doctor, the goods. This sector has to make money. They earn as they can. Another colleague (man), to confirm the severe diagnosis by doctors of Israel, needed surgical cuts of tissue, biopsies. On request of tens of thousands of rubles, they were handed over. How the tubes were exported is a separate story. Very terrible, because they had to eat part of the fabrics at the request of vigilant border guards. The most sad thing is that the imported tissues were part of foreigners. of women. Stupidly sold to the man foreign, female, pieces of flesh. for the diagnosis. It was hoped that in other countries there was no mandatory DNA analysis. And what they would treat is not at all that and it doesn’t matter. Because I wanted a lot of money.

I am sure that many of you will talk about similar "successes" of medical reform. But how I miss those magical Armenian phrases and the hands of the doctors of the women’s department of hospital No. 33, who saved us then from a terrible disease. How would they help those unhappy who are now under the scourge of protocols and financial programs of current medicine? All of Health!

Previously, Putin was the guarantor of the Constitution, now the Constitution guarantees Putin.

10 years ago we had a service Hyundai accent at work, I periodically carried a deputy director, a woman of the age of Soviet hardening. To use the car for personal purposes was not welcomed, but if in the morning it was on the parking lot near the office and refuelled as appropriate, then no one watched what I used. I did not have my car, I lived with my brother, there was no money for the hotel, and there was also a candy-flower period with a girlfriend. And here one January cold evening, we and a girl had a great time studying the poses of Kamassutra in this car, tightly, uncomfortable and constantly something interferes... He took her home, brought the car in order on the subject of the burning type of towels, women’s hair and other leftover objects, got up and went to the office. On a cold morning, the deputy director asks me to take her to business, we sit in the car, and on the blinded front front opposite the passenger seat such excellent footprints of women. The deputy director pretended not to notice, but a journal appeared on the guard, which marked the time of the return of the service car.

in truth to say in most so-called RPGs behind all options is about this:



I will gladly do it.

I will do it.

I’ll first find out what I’ll do about it.

I don’t want to do it, but I will do it.

I will do for a reward.

I will not do it (but I will have to do it anyway).

I went with my wife to a tunnel car. On Sunday evening, the head is already boiling poorly. My wife is driving, I am in the passenger seat.



We walk through brushes, at the exit we are waiting for a man who wipes all the cars from the drops with a cloth (slip, old microfiber). He walked through the windows from the driver’s side, very carefully and diligently.



The wife decided to thank him with a small note, but did not have time to do so - he has already finished with her side and slowly goes to the passenger side (to wipe the car).



My wife handed me a bill for an employee and opened my window with a button on her dashboard (important, for example). I am not moving at this moment and I look straight.



Suitable for laundry. It dies for a second. And with confident movement begins to rub the glass. Which is not! ) Lightning fails with a hand with a ugly cloth inside the salon and tastingly wipes my face with it :D



I’m not sure who snorted at that moment more – his fear was not weaker than my stress from a face-to-face!