Medicine. I was as asked for a bribe ...
That was the case in the last century. Mid-1990s. I was young, beautiful. Under the patriotism of my youth and my stubbornness at the time, I was a military in uniform. My work took place in a Latvian city, which proudly wore the Latvian Communist surname in Soviet times.
I will not say that the work was difficult but quite interesting. However, in spite of everything that happened, as it were, but in the performance of his duties, the two digits of the wrist were purely unsuccessful. Nothing at first, I think I was just bumped, shocked, and of course I wasn't in a hurry with the doctors. But when I crawled on the ceiling like a fly on the third night, and against gravity, I didn't fall off of them, I realized - without esculaps, I wouldn't be able to do it.
And so in the morning I went to the local outpatient clinic - a hospital in one person, or in a building. I took the number at the reception and went to the office. Accepted that day, the hospital's own manager, traumatologist - a surgeon in one person. As it turned out later, he was also a professor / professor of medicine. I came to this, all right. Sent to the X-ray, which stands below. I made it, went back. And then began the most interesting. It turned out that I was expecting at least two surgeries, and a year in plaster ... And only if I "understand" the seriousness of the situation. Otherwise, I can forget about work as such because with a rigid, crooked hand, I have nothing to shine on. But the '' gravity of the situation '' is worth around $ 50. Since the rumors of such a "situation description" had been heard before, and the fact that the said esculape is not shy about "gratitude", especially to those who have been advised, I offered him a game in which I became deaf for a while, but in the meantime, he writes me a referral to the Riga 2nd Hospital, which had a contract with the NAF at the time (probably even today). The Doctor did not have such a game in his mind, and at my address all sorts of sarcasm began to sound. I listened to them calmly and then asked him if he didn't know "Tula Tokarjev"? It stopped the flood of his verses for a bit, and he replied in the negative. Next, I explain to him what ''Tula Tokarjev'' (popularly known as TT) is, and that he will stubbornly '' look '' in the back while we go to my office to make document on extortion. The strangest thing was that during this short period of time, as a magic hint, a mission to Riga came, and the nurse ordered me to lay plaster on his hand, which he himself had to hurry to go somewhere.
When I arrived in Riga the next day and met the doctor, it turned out that no surgery was needed in my case. He was just amazed at the plaster he had put on, because it had been laid incorrectly. When I told who ordered it, the astonishment in the doctor's eye doubled. Then I also found out what this esculape really was.
As a result, after three months, I successfully got rid of the plaster, no surgery was needed, and the hand is still working.
Curiously, this is practically my only bad experience with medics. Experience in the context of a patient - a medic. But no matter how strange I am, the rest of my experience with medics is just positive and fun.
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