Nusha: That’s you haven’t heard the story of how I was treated for the flu in a psychiatric hospital.)
Paul: Oh what? The beginning is exciting)))
Nusha: A wonderful story. I got a cold, fever, cough, all things. And it happened during a mass psychosis with swine flu. The temperature was 40 and I called an ambulance. I was taken to the hospital at night, placed under a dropper, and I fell asleep. I wake up in the morning, I see the bars on the windows, I think, the pipet where I actually got. Then she started looking for the phone to charge, and she was under the ceiling. Even worse, a nice doctor comes in, the badge says “psychiatrist,” I thought that I had a roof and I just didn’t notice it. As it turned out later, due to the shortage of seats during the epidemic, the psychiatric department was disbanded, the psychiatrists were taken to Altinka, and with the flu they were placed in this department, and the personnel were left psychiatric. The nurses stumbled on us. One by habit wanted to take my phone away. It was fun to watch the nurse's face fade and the whole life passed before her eyes when someone took a knife, cuttings cut off))) Then they used to the truth. But now I can safely say that I do not need to be treated, I have already tried, it did not help))
Paul: Ahaha, I always suspected something like that, Olya, I adore her.