Duty was rather quiet, when at 3:40 we awoke to the sound of rolling… Quickly got up, went to the operating room. Brought the kid, 20 years. In a twisted mind. Apparently, drunk. Unknown. Anesthesiology quick connect devices, the nurse places the catheter. The patient wakes up, looks around. Tried to escape, but his hands and feet tied to the operating table. We all tie to waving his limbs. Starts yelling… Let me drink! I want to drink! – Today, you already had enough to drink! the anesthesiologist did not have time not to relax. He had no time to even eat. So we have to work hungry and angry… I’m cold! Cover me! I’m freezing! Trying not to react, but it becomes even worse. – Are you kidding me! Drinking is not allowed! I want to freeze! – Katya, dial the prop in foul santourum not to twitch. – Oh, you C*uki, you want to kill me, so I jerked! Yes, I have you all here… (I will Not literally cause it was quite a lot). The hand of the anesthesiologist beloved will leave the patient’s head to the table. – Bitch, you zae*al to yell! Fucked*lo close until the PI*dy. I’m in a little shock. “Che, do you?!” Introduced prop*a foul, zainteresovani asleep. Began to explore. On the right side of his head wound. Kind of shallow. But CT (computed tomography) it is necessary to go, who knows what. Right arm is broken in the forearm. Right broken 3 ribs, have a lung CT scan. Fracture of the right pelvis, fracture of the right tibia. – He fell or something?! the anesthesiologist assesses the damage. – The guys (ambulance) said passers-by found him at the entrance. – I wonder what floor he was thrown… Comes trauma: – Family it called. Say fell. At a friend’s birthday, they are on to something there argued, it from the 6th floor and leaped. – (chorus) They*I! – He leaped and his cronies were afraid, began to descend. And was left downstairs lying, I thought – died. It turns out that the guy is 18 years old. Arguing whether on a box of vodka, or something like that… From the 6th floor jumped. He or just “not yourself”, or do not even know… But won the dispute, man! Took a CT, a skull miraculously intact. Head stitched up. Pneumothorax (air in the pleural cavity. The more air, the less space for the lungs), put the tube to remove air. On arm and leg put in plaster. The mummy was sent to the Department in the intensive care unit. 18 years! 6 floor! On a bet! This is necessary so to get drunk… He still lucky to be alive, no brain damage. But you can disabled from this situation to go and die, God forbid! Be careful, argue only for things that are not dangerous for Your life!
the Story that I told a close friend, I myself was not present, and therefore leave this post for your judgement without any proof. In textbooks and on the Internet opinions about the phenomenon as “infantile schizophrenia”, are very different. With a friend, we studied together in medical school, however , our interests were very […]
Hi friends! Know what questions I often ask women? They are: 1⃣ How do I raise their self-esteem? 2⃣ How to deal with irritability and control the emotions? 3⃣ How to learn to say “no” and not feel guilty? Agree, very important issues 🤔 After all, if women are usually such problems, it is unlikely […]
born of a woman. lying on rakhmanovka. After still not separated. Suitable teacher with students from BMA and said: “Let’s take the example of this woman repeat spooy of afterbirth. If pressure above the pubis and the umbilical cord is drawn, the placenta is not separated. If not drawn, separated”. And then puerpera begins to […]
I was 45 years old and had the feeling that life is over. I’m just done. I woke up this morning, opened my eyes and could not understand why I had to… I had a registry, when someone hurt me… all to blame… now that’s funny… You start to go down the path paved with […]
Today with my son sat on reception at the doctor (In) in the children’s Department of the city TB dispensary. Have fun looking “only to ask” mother (M): M – I forgot to ask – will you be than to treat our monthly cough? In – That will come on Friday with your child to […]
childhood dream of becoming a doctor. At the age of five came out the first time. Well, I thought. Using the fact that the parents watched telly, I put my best friend on the couch, covered her face with a towel and sprinkle a little water (apparently, she’s sterile! ), cut it under the root […]