hospital [Theme] Page 2

In the hospital the papers that you filed, are not just paperwork: it is fragments of stories, full of risks and triumphs.

In every person's life sooner or later comes the moment of the disease. Not happen people with a healthy body and mind. We are all born and die in hospitals. In such places are our world and the next. The hospital is the distinction between the reality of the living and the world of the dead.

Hospital ward - good life loss...
Hospital ward and the doctors ' verdict.
Hospital ward - all of life, as the sheets crumpled...
Impartial test the reliability of friends.

- Hello, I want to rent a room for the evening and please with a good view.
- Are you kidding me? It's a mental hospital.
Sorry, I got ahead of myself. I one and only Lucifer Morningstar.
- ...
- The devil. The dark Lord?.. Velzevul, Lord God!
- ...
- In a straitjacket me, urgent!
- We have almost no seats, my friend, so if you're not a danger to yourself or... [Lucifer grabs the guy by the shirt and presses against the glass.]
Is that good?
Great.

The same thing could happen in a city hospital. First the money, then just bureaucracy, and then help.

So I left. I hate hospitals.
In this case, you will find it difficult to work as a doctor.

I'm still not one step did not, I only turned from the window. In the face strikes the stench, a mixture of smells of unwashed bodies, dirty sneakers, urine, remnants of lunch... He's like a shot of ocean waves are safe, but momentarily deafening, for a second, it deprives all senses.

Another day passes, my life here seems to have become a chore... - Groundhog's Day - getting in bed, says in the next bed Olga, Gavrilova wonderful Poem.

Any day at the hospital, you will be able to find people with the best day of their lives, with the worst day of their lives, with the first day of their lives and with the last day of their lives.

Yesterday, the first day or the day before yesterday? - was held in some hectic, today it remains a grey fuzzy fog of a nightmare. Only remembered the black eyes of a young medic with ispaim face, eyes hung in the fog like two cockroaches on the web, and groped me with interest.

The patient incurable
Jealous of the fact,
Someone wheeling past
In the district jail.
And he looks hospital.
He would be in the peace
Pills and syringe
And older sister.

Her nurse weighed, measured and asked how she was feeling.
- Well, that's why I'm here, and they both laughed.

Careful, we're not alone,
they lights Shine, gave us the wind.
In Cleveland all the songs about love and death.
Clinic fun meet soft wall,
all because you were not like everyone else.

Which is good, injuries were not too serious.
Which is not very good, the hospital came to visit my family.
Once in three days. Hell, you could every day to come...