Some people grew fond of me.
A good 50-year-old gentleman from wins (I forget his name. Although it was exactly what I had promised myself that would not happen), came to receive and was surpassed by its hopeful and funny form only by his fat wife.
I entered the room and told them both that I was the Zivi, and it will be my job to shave him.
"Young man, I can even still alone," he replied.
"The others have already said and castrated with a disposable razor." I replied.
Short silence. Then snorted his wife that their bacon rolls were trembling.
"He needs you shave the John," I nodded
affected and he was shocked.
"Does everything have gone?" He asked.
"Only the hair, honey!" his wife threw on the chair, laughing, back and forth.
The next day was the threat to shave. Since any hair at an open-heart surgery can be a problem, everything had to be shaved. The good man from winning was no problem. There was hair in terms not very much to get.
next day, a Friday, was scheduled his surgery.
I had spent much time with them. And devoted little attention to the other patients. Although it was very exciting at that time because we had two jailbirds for surgery on the ward. One of an arms dealer, the other a bank robber.
With them came the three police officers were always in the rooms of the two.
course they were replaced, but the room was always one of the arms slide and the bank robbers were always two. And no matter who did the bank robber was service, all day and all night, ill-tempered.
We could not explain why until after their surgery.
physiotherapist Rainer, a squat, straw-blond man with a round face and the biggest forearms I have ever seen, moved with the bank robber one arm in the wrong direction.
This started crying when he would die, and was deathly pale. What
first came out in the ICU was that Rainer both sides of the chest, which was cut during the surgery and was later fixed with wire, to today had moved. Thus was the thin layer of cartilage that had formed since the OP pulled back with a jerk and had caused pain inhuman.
When the disgruntled police officers learned what Rainer had made with her charge, she came into the nurses' station and took him into their midst.
short, he did not know what happened now and his eyes (I was in the nurses room and could see him, just as Doc Martin) slid easily into panic, but then each of them shook his hand. Then they were
the cat out of the bag.
The bank robber was not a bank robber, he was the killer of two children. The story that he was a bank robber was circulated because, when it came out in prison that he was a child murderer and not a bank robber, he would certainly live longer than three days.
As for how the police said that would drive any of the three, a tear of sadness in his eyes. They were all family men.
my patients went from winning it is not good at this time. I even believe he was with the child murderer in intensive care.
After he underwent surgery and was declared to be laid, he returned to Station 5, my station. But this weekend I was not there.
Monday, I heard that he was suddenly very yellow on Sunday, and soon lost consciousness.
One hour after my service beginning on that Monday called the ICU and the doctor on the phone told Arthur that the yellow man had died from wins and we should tell your wife.
I was devastated. When I saw him on Friday, we were still laughing about his shave, and now he was no longer there. He just was not there anymore.
In that moment I was very happy that I was not Doc Martin, and this had serious call.
On the same afternoon I went to Rainer, the avenger of physiotherapy, with the huge lift in brushed metal, from the basement up to the station 5
rose in the lobby to the wife of the yellow man from winning. They had taken, but infinitely sad.
put After welcoming the heavy silence of the slowly floating upward lift.
"I'm sorry." I stammered, Rainer joined them. My voice has never been so rough.
you looked at us and fought back tears and said quietly left us a set of fossilized immediately.
"terrible, that he had to go back to the ICU."
Rainer and I looked at immediately.
"YOU KNOW IT OR NOT, DOC MARTIN HAS NOT REACHED" flashed through my mind. When we got
next floor, with an excuse.
We felt wretched.
Twenty minutes later, I was back on station and had me calmed down a bit, the woman came out of victories, which had lost her husband under our supervision, off the elevator and stood on the wide corridor of the station.
Never before have I seen a man who looked so incredibly alone, as they do.
I stepped out of the pulpit by their sister rounded plexiglass I had watched the arrival of women.
She did not cry, which I thought was strange.
you just looked at me and said: "Earlier in the elevator ... they knew it. "
I nodded, and while I nodded my tears shot out of sight. I was incredibly embarrassing, but I could not do anything.
She lost her husband, with whom they last Thirty years ago, and I spent crying.
was even worse when she hugged me to comfort me.
I do not know how long we were standing so that. Certainly, but five minutes.
I am eternally grateful that nobody was in those five minutes on the course. No patient, and no nurse, no doctor and no visitors.
changed at this time that much.
Above all, I understand now that Doc Martin respected the patients more than did most other doctors. He immediately put the cards on the table.
"They know that they can die."
The patients did not want to hear the jokes about it demolished. Yet no one was wrapped in cotton wool and they all knew the truth behind the medical terms and soothing phrases.
Doc Martin had betrayed them. The
was clear to me when I was sobbing with the sad, fat woman from victories on the quiet path.
people die here. Many survive and be cured, but not all.
There can be something go wrong and they do mostly with those who have previously said that everything is good and they should not worry.
This rate is alarmingly often used by doctors annoyed, too much experience have to be careful and do not have enough experience to anticipate complications.
What do community service in the Kerckhoffklinik concerned, this day was the end of innocence.
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