About the little jokes of the neurological department: called once neuropsychologists to the patient in the chamber. Grandma is well over 80, with a stroke in lSMA, paresis of the left side of the body and sight, as well as with the absence of speech. The treating doctor was worried – the patient was sad and breathed hard and seemed to be quietly driving to a depressed state. While I, young and inexperienced, looked sadly at the sad grandmother, thinking about how to bring her out of a depressed state, my wise and experienced colleague, and at the same time a mentor, first inspected the chamber and shrugged her hand.

“Listen, so move the grandmother over,” she said, “and she looks into the wall. I would also be sad if I looked at the tiles all day.



Grandma was transferred. She was drastically amused. I realized that sometimes you need to treat life much easier than you try at first.