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One of the greatest gifts you gave me nursing, except for the wonderful colleagues, of belonging to the same structure and security of employment is a daily reminder that there is always someone worse off than me. This is both terrible and useful gift.

Just as the therapist differs from that of the surgeon and therapeutic nurse differs from surgical nurses, Junior nurses or nurses working in intensive care. Of course, the General principles are everywhere the same, but nursing is a language which has many different dialects.

Alzheimer's disease, Huntington's disease, schizophrenia, manic-depressive psychosis - they all have some common features is a chronic disease of unknown origin.

Doctors never really kept the suffering of patients on the road to recovery.

Half-taught doctor life-threatening. Half-taught Mullah threat to faith.
Half a doctor is a danger to one's life. A mullah who is not fully learned is a danger to faith.

Those who has nothing to do with medicine, can never understand how hard it is to be a doctor, and what a blow this profession on personal life.

Medicine is only one of the professions, which anyone on the planet able to learn.

- I have to go! I have another surgery...
- What operation?
- We have a hospital school: five minutes late instead of five injections you will make two.

- Wow, how quickly you arrived!
- Paid medicine - she is. For your money every whim and prognosis.

Medicine is not yet science. My stomach knows what he will desire. When I was twenty, I into this Cup, poured eight spoons. And when turned forty this coffee suddenly began to seem sweet. I went to six. And now settle for only four.

- Do you sell knickers?
- Uh, no. Implants, not pants. These are small cars, they make you stronger, smarter, faster. I would suggest the one that will help you smarter.

- Looks like blunt force trauma.
- Oh, thank you, doctor! Do you mind if I speak? To justify the years of training in medical.
- She has such a lush... hair!
And a big penis...
- That was true years medical.

Just came in from the front
Wet, cold and angry,
But in the dugout there was nobody,
And, of course, the stove fades.
So sick - not raise hands,
Not until the wood will get warm under the coat.
Lay down, but hear that again
In the trenches our hit with shrapnel.
From the dugout run out into the night,
And I rushed towards the flames.
I meet those who can help
I have quiet hands.
And that again till morning
Death crawl with me around,
Casually: "well Done, sister!" -
Shout me comrades in the award.
Yes, shining Kombat
My hands stretch out after the fight:
Chief, dear! I'm happy
Again, you're alive!

- I was prescribed vitamins to strengthen the immune system. Very convenient that the recipe is printed immediately on the printer.
- That bastard! Anyway you wrote it, and now I can't understand what it is? Me the last time three pharmacies in your prescription different drug is sold.