A conversation that happened to be heard in a row many years ago taught me how to philosophically deal with the misunderstanding of my intentions.
At the end of the 80s, the district centers were supplied in shops, with a ball of clothes, with 3 litre pots with berry juice and sea cabbage.
The locals, however, do well with all the houses with gardens and pigs, even I am sometimes drawn to chew in gratitude.
And the same - in the same 3liter banks - sometimes fell.
I shared it with my sisters and nurses, and they shared it with me.
So they lived.
Yes, there was a cooperation, food in the same shops - but at market prices. I was in my pocket - a single with 2.5 rates of a rural doctor (there was a surcharge for work in the countryside, paid well at the time).
Here is history.
I stand in a small line behind a cooperative sausage, sleepy after duty.
I have two daughters, judging by the voices.
Conversation - and here Pettenko right on the Speedway and in the reminiscence.
What is a reminder?
Everybody gets killed there!
I was alert, turned my locators a little - I was the head of the intensive care room.
Aunt - pulled into the reminiscence, thrown on the bed, the wardrobe behind his neck - tapped and squeezed
In translation, I felt a pulse on the artery of the neck.
Well, Petteris big, you can't get stuck behind the neck, she began to squeeze him in a different way, pressing his hands into the bed - here Petenka is as snapping!
And she, the snake, pushes even harder into the bed! And so as not to shrink, she grabbed his fist on his chest, twice.
So, apparently, they describe cardiac arrest and heart massage.
And then a young Jewish man in glasses ran to help, a new dochtur, a more.
They say - clear, but who knows them... still say - does not drink.
Tech-s, it’s just about me, I’m stressed – that the old hiccups are still choking?!? to
and what?
No, in general, the beast grabbed a long and thick needle and knocked twice into Petya, no man!
Petya snorted again, moved - so that in his mouth, the cell phone, so that they would be tired of listening to the snorting!
Peter is dead?
He survived, gathered his forces and pulled the tube out, the doctors were arrested - he was immediately transferred to the department, to freedom.
He says – I am not so easily buried.Buggy, in one word – repelled...
I had a choice – to turn around and answer – hero you are carrying the shit, the mold is brainless?!?! to
Or, without giving yourself - quietly get a sausage and get out of the store.
What I did – well understood by the doctors at that time during the times of cholera riots – the people are not always understood by the actions of doctors.
You just have to do your duty – “do what you should and be what will be!”
For reference, the patient went home to his two after a heart attack with clinical death.
I didn’t need a bigger reward.
All health and understanding!