I get simple again where I left off, this includes but from the casual reader, but may be yes in the smart make on-the-previous post:) Do not wash again
I had Mrs. Regnat, although she was still nearly three months in the Kerck.
When I stepped out of her room completely finished, a small skinny man stood before me. He had long, straw-hair that hung down from a Tonsurartigen bald head like a halo in all directions. It had, like his mustache, the color of salt Latvians and he wore a large pair of glasses.
"Well, my haste washed Gomer?" Grinned he said.
"What have I washed?" Then he said
me there was a book called "House of God" and the author had the word coined Gomer.
It means "Get Out of My Emergency Room" and the theory behind it that there is a certain kind of old people you do not get broken. Young people die in hospitals to get infections, etc. The Gomer's on that too, but they do not die from it.
"Those who die at home watching TV when nobody is looking." Said the little man who introduced himself at last.
"I'm Dr. Martin. But you can tell Peter. "
I rarely said Peter, mostly Doc Martin.
The Doc had the rest away, which made him among the nurses and immensely popular, and what his colleagues in his teeth. He
patient education generally starts with the sentence: "They know that they can die?"
This set him apart. He never talked about the bush and also with wisdom, he was never behind the mountain.
Here is a selection:
. "Drink as much as you can, at some point your liver does anyway straddle"
. I am the doctor, and not the God "
" The nurses are working too much and party too little. "
"Pick a young woman and her bird as often as you can."
"See that you come in no hospital."
... thank you for it, Peter.
Doc Martin also had the stark counterpart, at least in appearance.
Arthur head-nurse.
Arthur was very large, very wide and round, and on his head was something that could be best referred to as a blond Afro. The only thing that connected him outside with Doc Martin was a mustache. Both were superb, with each other.
Arthur was a kind of dormant Pohl of the station, on the contrary to Sister Helen.
Helena was Russian. Robust, ruthless, and where they could afford to cheeky.
in my life I was no worse than herumgescheucht sister Helena.
I liked it and hated it. Her it was similar.
you called me aware Stefan, and Steffen, whereupon I called consistently Helga.
The battle lines were clear, sharpened the knives.
However, they taught me all the freaky tricks.
"If you see someone lying in bed, not breathing." She said in her heavy accent. "Then you housed him for the first time right in the kisser. If he is not awake then, you press the alarm button. Is that clear? "
clear Everything Helena. The absolute
launch, was when she heard that a male patient was intrusive. Regardless of the sister, no matter which station.
As Helena for the surgical preparations TTRAF, they administered the enema. These looked like little Coke bottles with 0.5 liters Abführflüssigkeit and on top of a sort of stable straw. I think you can imagine.
Anyway, they put the device before administration to the lecher, one hour in the refrigerator. ... I never heard back from a slip of the victims.
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