I read an old story about professional reflexes here and remembered my own.
In the cardiology of the mud was regularly placed a well-cultured lady of noble blood. Madam walked through the department in a silk strap coat with brushes on the belt and a chimney under her throat, demonstrating in all her appearance a grand etiket and tolerance for the surrounding bead.
My favourite topic for conversations were undermined nerves and a weak heart due again to the dullness of the surrounding reality. And the main feature - and the medical complaint - the ladies were fainting. I have to say that she imitated them quite skillfully, but burned on some theatricality and the fact that the injection of sterile water or phys. The solution in the form of a medication (necessarily in the presence of a doctor) always brought it into itself.
To get rid of this conservative prostitute, doctors did not dare to guess. They were placed in the department on the orders of the head. Doctor, and just silently sataneli. It is very inspiring, you know, when, after a night service or on the way to a really severe heart attack, you are intercepted for another fainting misanthropy and a subsequent half-hour lecture on the spiritual impoverishment of modern youth, who in opera and ceramics understand like a flock of pigs in oranges.
And one blessed day, the stars for this esthetic lady fell with cancer: first, she was prescribed an antibiotic for a slight bronchitis, and secondly, a sick duty honey. The sister was replaced by a colleague from pulmonology - a rough hundred-pound siberia, hardened by a drinking husband and deceased asthmatics with a variety of allergies to everything.
Appreciating the importance of the moment (the antibiotic still kneels!The lady decided to qualitatively demonstrate her favorite reception, but... honey. No one warned my sister about this benefit. And the admirer of all the grace instead of the expected phenomenon of the doctor and 5 ml of water in the vein received two unshakable spheres and a full set of emergency measures in anaphylactic shock, because she did not think to wake up quickly after the cracks, but, on the contrary, pulled out her eyes and shrieked from such a screaming greed.
The doctor stumbled upon an adrenaline, prednisolone, etc. amateur of fainting with a fist in her hand, two droplets in different veins, and a fierce aunt hanging over her body with a ready tongue holder and a bag.
Ambo...
In short, such shock therapy did not cause any harm other than benefits: fainting disappeared overnight, bronchitis dissolved itself, the patient immediately felt so well that he was discharged as soon as possible.
and honey. Without any joke, the sister was awarded a prize for timely and competent emergency assistance. It is better to be overwhelmed than a body on conscience.