of modern medicine.
I had to somehow at work to grab a hand part of the Aybiemov metal body. The bleeding ground was polluted, and the reception room of the hospital is nearby, I think - nothing, I will come than to call an ambulance and wait. I come there, the corridor is empty, I look into the office - three ladies are sitting, one is writing, two others are talking. I show my hand in the blood, the other hand underneath it I hold with a hammer - so that the blood collects. I told you to sit in the hallway.
I sit. I sit for forty-seven minutes. During this time, eight times different health workers approached me with the question whether I have a passport, a policy and a sniles, and whether it is all with me, and not somewhere else. Another minute after fifteen came the lady with a swab and made the pretext that the floor was sprinkled with blood (the barrel from the hand - he, you know, is not immeasurable, through the edge has already been polished), said that it is inappropriate to sit on the bench and clean floors, but it is necessary to get away in the corner and stand, holding your hand over the urna.
In general, an hour and a half later, the surgeon came, led to some warehouse to sew a hand. And she said that the weak people went - to see, the blood is afraid, it is like shattering.