According to the idea and vocation of the hospital, dispensaries, polyclinics are obliged to stand on guard of people's health, prevent and treat diseases, observing the covenant of the "father of medicine": "Do no harm!" Is this actually in our medical facilities? I don’t know where, but in our city these institutions perform their functions in a strange way. In the treatment rooms of dispensaries and clinics you will not be allowed to go to the procedure unless you change into one of the pairs of greasy, ragged slippers lying on the floor at the threshold of the room. For example, I completely refused such an “infection”, as a result of which the nurse did not let me through the threshold. As gently as possible, I argued my refusal, convinced her that I had my own microbes in bulk and I did not need strangers. My sister completely agreed with me and stuck her syringe in my butt ... across the threshold, urging me to come next time with her slippers. “Smart” advice, you can’t say anything - carry germs from the hospital home!
“But what about the Hippocratic oath?” I asked my sister.
- And to us "to the bulb", we have an order not to let go. We have this same Hippocrates - our minister, so ask him.
With such an absurd method, our doctors create for themselves a contingent of new patients.
Arriving home, I began to look for a way out, how to find a way to the heart of a nurse, without taking off my shoes. And I found - in the kitchen among a heap of food plastic bags. He picked up a couple of bags according to the size of the shoes and the next day, as an alien, appeared before the eyes of a nurse. She praised her ingenuity, and I advised her at the entrance to the office to put an automatic machine for selling rolls of toilet paper, which could be used to wrap shoes. After the procedure, I threw my bags into the trash.
Then I tried to weld disposable “bast shoes” from pieces of greenhouse film, to glue them from brown paper. And you know, it’s a great one-time shoe.
And the nurse about the minister told a lie. If there was a drop of Hippocrates in him, he would have forbidden this disgrace in the treatment rooms, and the sisters themselves would have offered the patients at the entrance to the treatment room disposable “bast shoes”, for example, from newspapers, for free or at a symbolic salary price to the “shoemaker” "And the costs of waste paper. Someone will say that this is not the time for this, the crisis, you know ... Bullshit. This is just sloppiness, hope for a chance. And surprisingly, most patients put up with this absurdity and drag the infection home. That's truly - "The mind can not understand Russia."