Last week, I walked to the house, parked next to the entrance where my apartment is located, moms with year-olds, tugosers and children of a little older were tired near the entrance. I greeted and went home.

In the morning, on Saturday, at 9-15, the door ring, and this is not a modest ringing, but a straight such a loud ringing. I woke up, I went to open the door, I looked in the eyes, a neighbor stands. I open the door and she says, “Hello doctor,” I woke up, where do you know I am a doctor? She answers, you yesterday when you came up, I under the front glass of you saw a pass to the territory of the GCB, and your surname on it, here and brought to you my "chicken" to look, he had something with his throat ( for a minute, I was never a pediatrician, and much less not an ENT, rehabilitologist I) I from such greed, of course, but the lady's son let in and even examined the throat, and called a friend-pediatrician, the diagnosis was a tonsillitis, and urgent hospitalization to the hospital in order to clarify the diagnosis and if removal of these very tonsils is needed. I said goodbye, she left, I thought about how naughty people are and went to bed further to see her deserved dreams.

In the evening of the same day we planned a small sabotage with friends in honor of the 2nd anniversary of the wedding with my wife, the guests came, we drank a couple of drinks, all like people. At 20 a.m. the door is ringing, I open the door without a back-thinking, she is standing, and she says, "I am sick, the temperature is 39, what to do?" I answer, madam eptit, I said in the morning urgently to the hospital, why buried the child? Yes, says aunt, we decided to try the rinse, afraid of the operation. The next question just killed me. Are you drunk? ! to My aunt says! I have a child who is sick, and you are drinking here, I thought for a second if I didn’t confuse my horms in the west of the capital, with my modest department, I thought and understood that it wasn’t, just my aunt is bending the rod. He kindly said goodbye and went to his friends.

I told them, laughed and forgot.

in the morning. The door knocks (you guess who’s coming? is right.

The first question is, have you trembled?

Second, what to do with my son?

He found the number of the apartment, sent, called an ambulance, the boy was taken.

After that, he became the enemy of all the moms within a radius of 3 km from home and a drunken doctor.