Rooting is always bad, but when ill "rural disease", then go to hell. Ignorance of the Moscow doctors. about bolnichku
In the previous article "Muscovites move into the village for permanent residence"Topic slipped to health care in the province. I did not get stuck in the comments, but decided that the theme will raise in a separate article. People compare Moscow medicine and village. In short, the answer is that - if something super complex, which require the intervention of several specialists in the body, then, of course, we must move to the center. I have been in the local bolnichke, and two in Moscow, all in one year. And both times I was brought to bed of "first aid". Therefore, as I describe in the article, it does not look through the keyhole, and the words of a neighbor, who had once been moloduhe, this is what I went through myself.
And it was so.
I got sick tightly before the New Year, exactly a month before the holiday. It happened in 2016. Week the temperature is below 40 do not stray more than a week. When they realized that the home and folk remedies do not deal with the third attempt I was convinced, and I agreed to hospitalization.
And I got to hell with a stable name GKB 50.
Thank emergency doctors (I "gave" thanks to them), they are not allowed to be bent directly at the reception GKB 50, which did not want to take me by ambulance with a temperature above 40. Emergency room doctors have strained reception, there is a noise, but began to make out.
Made a fence analyzes, and was sent to the intensive care unit. We put in the corridor between the female ward, where was unceasing op "sick" and toilet. And once I touched the smell, then he was still alive. The doctor came, looked at quickly, put on a drip, just hang the bag for the urine to not jump on the corridor, and forgotten me. Well, not quite, came as emptying bottles dropper, change them with new ones, and disappeared again.
Once took on MRI and X-ray. It would be better not to touch me. Two Uzbeks in dirty blue robes lowered the stretcher with 2 floor of my body, to ride on the tile, where each tile joint spoke in my head. Carried by the glass transition of the body in the body, which was not the temperature is higher than 12, and I was "carefully" covered bed sheet. The same route I returned to the emergency department.
Why knowingly drove? Yes, because the next day it turned out that both of the diagnostic unit does not work, and pictures to get a medical history did not happen. I was not able to finish and starvation. Not fed me for 3 days once.
Compassionate maid once brought me a cold cocoa and a few pieces of white bread. Yes, I did not resist and did not require special attention, every day saw the first day of my stay in office, as table brought 30 liter pot with food and medical workers hurling themselves at her, trying as quickly as possible to provide themselves dinner. They ate their rations, immediately, without departing from the pan, into the same plate put something out for the second set of dishes.
Where there until the sick - that will bring close, and feed the one who survives. It may be in intensive care so it is necessary - to keep patients in hunger, but if the patient wishes to have an elementary, and he has not yet made autopsy, why not at least ask him about it, or say what you say, when your bodies all get through the IV.
Of course, in the intensive care unit not go to the movies, but patients keep a sprat in the bank. Everyone who goes to the bathroom, be sure to thrust at on your couch. When the next person is constantly day and night talking on the phone in the slang that even criminals can not always understand. While I was screaming that "hurt" on the second day in the morning I saw the wheelchair at the door in a sheet with his head, waiting for her later, in the morgue - apparently her medical attention, she did not wait. And all patients had to show what would happen to anyone who will be performing. The corpse was lying a few hours, though it was impossible to relieve the patients from this contemplation.
Once I held a consultation about my bed. Approached a tall, thin old man in a white robe, surrounded by young people dressed as doctors, with the words, I am turning in my direction: "Such" bruises "to me usually do not cause" - and gone forever more I never saw. Of course, to him I needed a fig - the diagnosis is not delivered, bed takes place, and relatives Teasing and require attention to me and breaking. Why would he a burden, when a small-town deputy 5 quarters of the second district of one of the districts of Moscow krovushku came clean after the next anniversary of the adoption of the budget for this clinic. He and a separate chamber, and the special attention of doctors, and the smell of his meals annoyed apparently not just me. And when the smell of the toilet and smells mixed parliamentary grub on your pillow... the mood of this not getting any better.
I survived this hell Moscow bolnichki number 50, and, thanks to my mother, who did not give rest to doctors, requiring attention to my body, thanks to the efforts of the young head of the department, which is still able to put diagnosis. My family won when an exhausted body with an established diagnosis of the infectious diseases transferred to Falcon mountain, where there was a separate box and double the size of a good two-room apartment, where doctors treated patients not on status, and for sores, where all were equal from addict to the old man with tuberculosis to 1 group disability. We all stood with them (sitting or lying) in a queue for an x-ray.
It's about my Moscow epic. ABM village, in the next article.
Photos from the archives used to not offend those physicians who list "Skvorotsovoy" do not enter, because retained the kindness and conscience.
Reform of medicine, as it is called by those who came up with it - the "optimization", apparently began his career in commercial tents near the Bauman market. And when they began to demolish those very tents, in the image of this, ponastavili such "commercial tents" (health centers) in all villages of Russia, just forgot to dial sellers. Of course, he who is allowed to change the sidewalks and curbs ponastavili where necessary and not necessary, and the medical tent - I did not understand, and there is a tent and MRET people in the central city hospitals. Thanks, of course, it is possible to tie up his hand to measure the pressure in a shed, talk... in... with the therapist, and the next? In the center to the uncle, surgeons, midwives to the aunt. And if you're not lucky, and you will get to that, as I have a professor who lick local MP, and all the others will lie in the corridors, and every day of the dead down from the branch down.
Therefore, when reasoning about the quality of medicine, it is not necessary to measure the place - the village or Moscow, the quality of medicine depends on the people who workt.
About central bolnichku nearest city near Moscow, where I was with kidney stones, I will talk about later. There is also fun, but I was able to "sign off" on the 4th day, I was just lucky.