Denge

I already thought that I made a more terrible mistake than the famous mistake of the famous Dr. Zhivago, about which I love to rant on different occasions.
And all for the same reason - mixed medical relations with literary. He began to write the next chapter of the ambulance and severe symptoms from real life to consider as reasons for humorous description!
It all started with the fact that I had a strange dream. I am driving with my overgrown family on a train, similar to Moscow-Jewish, although, as you know, there is no direct railway message between Brazil and Crimea. And, as we have it, I do tea for everyone, but for some reason in my favorite cups brought from Moscow. For some reason, with this tea I have to go through the vestibule, apparently, to another car, where my relatives are located.
Passing by the toilet, I suddenly notice that one cup instead of tea is floating some kind of unpleasant dirt. I leave the other five nearby, and I go inside to pour dirt and wash the cup, but when I return to the vestibule in a minute, the cups with tea disappeared!

You can’t imagine my woe!
Despite the everyday life of the plot, this is one of the most striking nightmares of my sleepy dreams.
Chinese dishes are also sold here, but unprecedented crawled quality. Before his departure from Moscow, he did not even assume that this happens. That is, it can be a very elegant shape and sometimes with an equally exquisite pattern, and in price it differs, like earth and sky, depending on the prestige of the store ... But everywhere it is rough to the touch and so heavy, as if made of concrete and intended for throwing from the walls of the besieged fortress.
I can’t imagine how the poor Brazilians pass family showdowns, because it seems that it does not give any pleasure to beat such dishes - this is hard physical work!
The dream of dreamed was so great that I woke up in tears. Since my dreams are mostly prophetic, I am closely related to their quirks. But, alas, the allegory always encrypted in them opens too late - post -factum. Without hesitation, I wrote this dream to my friend, an insightful interpreter of dreams, missing one, maybe not the most important detail that was restored only now - the cup of mud was mine!
My fairy reassured the explanation that I, only, was overwhelmed with liquid. Remembering how much tea and diluted red wine he drank the day before, decided that it could not be untrue.
A few days later it seemed that all the lymph glands were swollen at my neck level. Throwing to a large mirror, he was relieved to find that nothing like this was visible, and a bad feeling that accompanied me for the rest of the day described humorous, as if they had put on a car tire on my neck! It was convinced that it was terribly ridiculous, but no matter how much he looked around - no one laughed. In Russian, the locals understand poorly, and the tire was visible only in my steaming imagination, where few people look at the usual days.
And such a sign happened the day before .... In the store, someone stepped on my sneakers on my leg, uncovered in the Vietnamese. And the nail on the thumb immediately cracked like a magic mirror, although before that in such adventures he only bent and capricious. Everything went to the fact that I was quarreling with someone. And this someone turned out to be their own health.
Then my nose was bored with a calm stay in its place, and he began to grow, like a Pinocchio from a lies, a large furunculus .... Although, as usual, I remained more likely a supporter of Russian Truth.
In the Tolstoy version of Pinocchio, an intimate detail about lies, it is somehow too veiled. But the Gogol "nose" with this archetype completely separated from the owner and went in search of his own adventures.
He only suppressed this impostor Sulfur-JOD, as I had to get sick and tick in the right side. But here he was not wary and did not change his mind. Since this is the most healthy side of my body, it was decided to take stoically - it will take and pass!
In the afternoon, I still went on business and returned home in the afternoon to eat and watch the game of the World Cup. I still managed to eat, but the game has already seen the game through the haze of painting pain, with which he desperately began to fight with all available means.
Finally, having finally lost martial arts, he called his son and asked him to come, saying that he might not rush. But suddenly he began to weaken sharply, managed to get to the front door and left it open so that the son could enter.
When he arrived, I rushed about in bed, and something strangled screamed, but I could not get up.
From the threshold, my firstborn determined that I had acute cholecystitis, since my face was densely smeared with yellow ocher, like some Indian before hunting in giant sunflowers.

God bless! Acute cholecystitis is one of my skates! Many times different people told me how they lost consciousness from a sudden attack, but I have never had to experience this pleasure myself.

I am terribly interested in all sorts of intimate details from the life of other people, only I am apparently such that I do not really have such revelations. But one secret in my student years, when I took a duck and wore a ship with inspiration, they still shared with me.
Surgeons are very fond of cutting off this unfortunate organ (gall bladder) at the first request, but I never had a chance to meet a person who, after the classical and the least operation, as was believed in surgery, would feel good after some kind of distant time!

And I was comprehended by the deep personal experience of greatly spoken on my mental development.
I was present at the first educational autopsy, the so-called “section”, which was flowing at my native institute Sklifosovsky, everyday and in a businesslike way.
The grandmother was opened for 94 years, who had just been stopped, and the height of the hearing habitually pulled out the bodies that had come into unnecessary, explaining the protocol of the cause of such an embarrassment, and at the same time commenting on all kinds of curious details for us.
Several Aesculapes from the department, where the grandmother graduated from her earthly existence, also came to this show. At first, walking through the organs of the cardiac and respiratory systems, which a person is usually the most deeply attached to life, the Pinector said that the granny died of another medical error, but found it difficult to determine from which third or fourth.
- And so, my grandmother would live!
After that, colleagues shaking their heads with satisfaction, we took their heads up, and we continued a tour of the labyrinths of someone else's abandoned body. A pathologist, who was also an outstanding teacher, and at the same time a high priest in a biblical temple, extended an organ over his right shoulder so that we, crowded around the sectional table, could carefully view him:
- And here, and the gall bladder - let's see, see!
It seemed to me that he was holding an old leather wallet, which can be seen in films about overseas merchants and pirates. And when a scalpel slashed thin leather, from there, piasters, piasters, piastra! ..
That is, you yourself understand - stones!
- Wow!!!
Our helmsman exclaimed, plunged into the study of the ship's magazine - the “medical history”, in order to say thoughtfully in a few minutes:
- But, in the history of the disease, not a single complaint about the gall bladder!
From this lecture, I made one of the main experiments of my life - stones in the gall bladder and an operation to remove it, two different, long -divided into the evolution of the species!

So, my son aimed at my unfortunate right side with his hand and began to make passes, which in such cases brought great relief and relieves critical severity.
And indeed, it became somewhat easier. This was that I had the strength to join in the process of my own salvation, and even slightly calling. Since my children, having completely inherited my abilities, did not make treatment with their profession, in new situations they are worse oriented. And they often need my portable navigator.
I, too, do not always cope with a new disease, but I have a full of homing devices inside, which are often helped out in difficult positions. And here, according to the weakness of the mind that happened from malaise, nothing but the fact that a sore spot had to be frozen could not remember. It helped, but slightly.
The child did not leave his attempts, each time shuddering when I emitted heartbreaking screams, apparently embarrassed, waiting for the girl in the next room. I myself was shy, but I could not resist.
Finally, the strength was so added that I was able to rise and lean on the desk. Then I asked Zhenya to massage my zones on my back along the spine. Still, the back is an open book for me! After a few of these approaches, the pain decreased to tolerant. And I was left alone to think about my position. I thought easily, brightly, figuratively. It is only a pity that there was no way to record.
When surgical severity is removed in acute cholecystitis, you must try to put your secret wallet in order, since it has not yet leaked. And there is such a remedy - dry magnesia! This bitter powder, properly divorced and drunk before meals, imperceptibly and quickly, during, by force, the week will return to normal not only the adaptation of storage of bile stones, but in the case of any hepatitis, and the respectable liver itself!
And in the Brazilian pharmacy this medicine was found, but no longer in powder, but fragrant, with the taste of mint of the pastel.
In the morning, my offspring again visited me, brought the pastries, and making sure that I, nevertheless, was sick, suggested that I treat more.
Here I remembered that in such cases it is important to carry out manipulations at a significant distance from the patient. And this immediately gave an effect, it became much easier! I joyfully hobbled my son to meet, but he skeptically looked at how I do it, only said:
- Doesn't go away!

Actually, I never treat acute infections with extrasensory products, such as a flu, and I don’t give children-it will be worse! But the sore throat, if it is a local defeat in the throat, is very good. Here, and my case, I also considered local, and I myself was surprised why it doesn’t go away? ..
- You see, - I began to explain to the child - I have the feeling that I was beaten for a long time with a chimney into the stomach. And now the pipe is removed, but the smoke is still going!
We decided that we would take trench positions, and we will wait for it, since I don’t get worse, and I can endure such pain ...
On the third day of waiting, I decided to eat something, on the fifth attempt I got to the kitchen and cooked the broth.

He cleared up in his head, and began to reflect in this direction.
I have a physiological property - for many years I can’t take a certain patrician position, i.e., to move on the left side, relying on the left hand. For the reasons for my long -standing disease, I immediately have unstoppable convulsions. Yes, God with him, I don’t like to eat lying at all, but this, unfortunately, is the most convenient pose to read in bed, because I want to keep the book with my right hand. And then I discovered that my “cholecystitis” trained me so much that I have been doing this exercise for a day, without any negative consequences.

The fantastic picture was opened to my imagination. I would very much like to train the press, but all the exercises are usually to flex the spine, which is not real for me. And here, something squeezed like a giant anaconda, and once-instantly got rid of a great household inconvenience.
Where to find such a snake for joint training? I so dreamed that I completely fell into euphoria, forgetting about the pain and tº. In this dream, surrendering to mutual arms to the giant water monster, I was visited by a new revelation - why did Tº froze in one place? How much do I do not like it, as if it were nailed with a carnation? With a somatic disease, everything would probably have walked with a shaking and pulsed in waves, but here such a gloomy constancy!
And the phrase surfaced - "Kostolny fever." Yes, this is it! No cholecystitis! I got to Disney Park - Denge, where giant anacondas are found!
As soon as I could crawl to the computer, I did not believe my eyes - I have a classic form!

When I only entered my native substation of the ambulance, an unpleasant incident occurred there. As experienced colleagues told me, the "senior paramedic" raped the next paramedic to work. He apparently did it constantly, which is why this activity turned into such a sweet habit. But here, the incident could not be hung in the framework of the production process, and it came to court. Then the high patrons of this person sent him to work in Africa for several days.
The case at that time was considered unusually profitable, almost Kapstran. Many years have unsuccessfully sought such appointments.
But this story scared me so much that I decided just in case, not to rape anyone. The fact is that I respect tropical medicine very much, and considered it a long time as a sacred cow as pediatrics for a long time.
In the Moscow metro, sometimes I came across blacks, and almost all of them in response joyfully sparkled with gilded proteins. It horrified me. If they have such a natural color sclera, where I will go with my diagnosis. And if my worst expectations are true, and they are all sick, what do they do in such quantities in public transport?!

My beloved Dr. Schweitzer decided to exchange the fulfillment of Bach in European cathedrals for the preaching of Christ to the dying natives in the tropical jungle, nevertheless, after graduating from the medical faculty, he still specially studied at the Paris Institute of Tropical Medicine ....

The Internet stunned me with information awareness. But in order to understand what was written there, it was necessary to go through some kind of training .... And I had a special course right in the bed.
Once, I studied the code, I studied the infectious diseases, I was very grief that they are stated so that they become one inexpressive heap. Therefore, he dreamed of writing an associative textbook so that a person read a short story: “The Plague”, for life, was filled with vivid indelible impressions.
And now, reading the Internet, I realized that I did not quite understand the task. Because it is important not only as it is written, but also what is chosen from the entire polyphony of the clinical picture .... Fortunately, now I have a rich personal illustrative material.

So,

"Welcome to the fabulous and enchanting world of tropical medicine!"

Let's start first.
The fact that the mosquito bit me was indicated by my prophetic dream, in which the dirt in the cup was in mine! The fact that I carried the cups for everyone - suggests that either I am with them, or they shared with me a precious virus. But they had a disease in a greased form, and Denge and I were simply created for each other!
Although, how lubricated? Everywhere in the photographs-illustrations, a specific rash flaunted on the inside of the elbow, as if it were whipped with nettles. And my daughter, just some time before, showed me this, and I still told her:
-Someone was bored ...
And he thought - where did the Russian nettle come from?
By the way, there is nettles here, called “Urtig”, but from its burn of this size you can not survive.
I could not determine Tº by the pulse - neither Carlos nor myself. It turns out that the bradycardia is again a sign of Denge!
From the very first day, pain, lying in the crib, banged his legs, that’s where the name is Kostolnaya! But this, just, is completely wrong, because almost any toxic infection can give arthralgic pain. Remember the condition for influenza with Tº– 40º.
The symptom that I especially liked is anorexia. That is, the refusal of eating. It happens that she is different .... My beloved is:
- Why doesn't the camel eat cotton wool?
- He doesn't want to!
But if your favorite digestive organs are in a grip of burning pain ..., then you just do not risk throwing a thrush there - and this, a completely different case!
And the gait, so frapping my son, whom I seemed to try to surpass Charlie Chaplin ... - The most characteristic phenomenon, you know! And the explanation about the chimney was not at all comic. I immediately recalled the picture of Jerome Bosch, where a person has a whole hostel in his stomach, and he very sadly monitors what was happening ... - What a subtle clinical observation! For this we love the Dutch school - for life realism!
And tº was nailed with a clove, because it was also programmed at birth.
So, instead of our sparrows and a blue, such as acute respiratory infections or ARD, we have a fragmented in all conceivable shades of a fat -free “Denge”!

- Why doesn't tº not fall? Where is my favorite antifungal tea? -
I drink, and she holds on!
How upset I was!

Everything that is the great and beautiful in Russia is concluded for me in this collection!
This is a real epic power and modesty. This is true collegiality!
Simple, inconspicuous herbs and trees that make up the blood of the Russian landscape, come against powerful foreign invaders, dressed in expensive clothes and feathers, and widely advertised in the world press. And one of these impostors, so the head turned out that he, more than that, put on the feathers of the pig. How does he cut them from her poor? I can’t judge. The press will tell about this. Probably, it was a young unheard of boar!
And what? No them! And to her grassy collection at least something!
We are scared:
- Billions of your enemies are at the threshold!
And the field does not care about the account. We went into the grass of darkness and melted, and even there was no memory left to cause any mutation-resistance to tea. Because this is not a medicine - this is a collection!
It separates, weakens and removes a walk on the sewer. It all depends on the quantity, but on the person who brings this tea as combat cartridges. Because alone, it is difficult to have a toxic infection alone.
So I, by the will of fate, was left alone with Denge, did not do what I always do reflexively.
As soon as one of my loved ones is seriously ill with infection, I transfer to a “siege”, and immediately get out of the bins, in addition to collecting, also a cup similar to the Petrovsky “Big Eagle Cup” in miniature. And the first two portions of the victim usually drinks from my hands, after which bedding has to be changed, and the patient, in another mood, goes to supportive doses.
Therefore, when I gathered my strength and drank the developed dose, Tº collapsed, like a buzzing.
But the injury has a disadvantage - this is his nobility! With it you can only go out on a very dangerous enemy, when Tº is more than 38º. What my new girlfriend used, she encrypted the whole day, and at night, during sleep, when I could not drown her in the Russian field, pounced and jumped.
What a sophisticated tactic for the jungle unusual for the formation!
The disease turned out to be a very punctual lady. In places where even planes fly not on schedule, but at their own discretion, she moved with the accuracy of a courier train in some Northern Rhine - Westphalia, reminiscent of a joke of the First World War.
In this certain traveler, he was forced to ride around Russia, and then in Germany. In Russia, trains were late for a day or more, and when the traveler asked about the reasons that entailed such a violation of movement, he was answered briefly and hard - war!
Cross the border, this person found changes in the train schedule and on the other side of the front. Not only minutes, but also seconds were affixed there. And to his surprised question, why such accuracy needed, no less irritated answer followed - war!

The symptoms went away and came on time, and after 7 days Denge, as it should be, released my underlying body, not leaving even promised in the recipe of depression.
Apparently in diseases there is a huge civilizing force. How else to make a vain person stop, think and recall the eternal. But over the years, the feat of patience is more difficult. You begin to regret, about lost days, about the work not done .... And you remember the distant exotic country, which is half a year listed by snow ....
*****
God, you are wide open!
In the heart, like a cross!
Believe how you are you to endure ....
Death is a blessing.

Not for sale!
The heart is easy.
Eternal pours
Stars of milk.

You go out to me! -
Life is from a lust!
Udamen, in the name
Scepter's rod.

You wash me! -
Life for centuries!
God, from now on me
The fate is easy.
01.01.2008.
*****
Between your legs visible world
Became an invisible dull candle,
And frightened by intending
Sun Light turned to Nadir.

I faded in you my joy!
The horizon rolled over the eyelid,
Through hands, hearts and edges
The seed and eternity are poured.

I faded in you - death crown
Dissolved like a tabernacle in the sky,
The Messiah's feast has finally arrived
And you can’t hear prayer for bread.

You, like a Buddha, were sitting on the throne
Above the winter from the tinny blizzard,
And you touch the crown with your feet,
There were alarmed spruce below.

A longing rose from the sea,
Death to the proxy caresses there,
Beats the grin between the rocks, against the rocks,
He hits the cliff and echoes the bat.
01/30/2008.
*****
07/21/2010. SAO Luis Ma. Brazil © Esi

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