In the mid-century I worked as an ambulance sanitary in the outbound brigade. Winter and the epidemic. All brigades: linear, BITAM and obstetric – were given pediatric calls. Delays up to 4 hours. The cries and screams of parents. Not the essence.
The challenge is: a child. The temperature. It does not fail.
In fact: a very serious five-year-old girl with a temperature of 39, excited parents.
The doctor writes a map. I picked the “Troika.” Injection of the patient. I feel sorry for the children first. But what to do? The girl quietly (the jaw is compressed) lies with her face in the pillow, drops her socks. Pope with fist. My mom quipped. I give an injection. The child didn’t even bite. The girl pulls her socks, and her face is still in the pillow. Sitting for 15 minutes. The doctors will understand what. A girl in her pillow.
We give recommendations. We are going to leave. Mother says, “Daughter, what do doctors need to say? They are leaving.” The silence of 5 seconds. A loud voice from the pillow said, “Daddy!“!”
We continue to treat the children.