Doctors are also sick

I'm shocked by the pharmacies! More precisely from the prices in them. How can a simple person get well? If my friends did not bring half the drugs to me, I would be ruined. Well, let's say, not completely broke, but the purse would be noticeably thinned ...

Gathering the necessary pills into the bag, leaving an hour for ironing, I'll try to quickly describe what happened to me this time.

We got four walls! That's for sure! Though I was not quite sitting still.

On Monday I realized that if you do not apply urgent measures - the sinusitis will continue to torment me for a long time. It seems that someone slowly eats a head with a spoon from the inside. Therefore, after Sunday days, I went to Alma Mater, to the chair of roentgenology, to take a picture of the skull in a direct projection. With pleasure, I talked with my classmate, who, in the person of the resident, practically graduated from this department. It was interesting to hear who is where and what does, remember the names and surnames that have long been heard. Although, to be honest, it does not matter. So, my eyes lit up with memories and immediately went out. In general, the radiography of the skull in a direct projection showed that in my maxillary sinuses, it is not that the level of fluid, but that they are pus-filled with pus. Theoretically, the indications for puncture are and should go into the building opposite (clinic and chair of ENT diseases), find your teacher or someone you know and talk about the topic of a puncture. I would give my consent if these specialists proved to me that I can not cope without a puncture. But what happened was this:
I go to the chair, I go up to the office. There they are, apparently, nurses and three young men in dressing gowns. Judging by who and how he behaved there, I assumed that these are two cadets and an intern. The latter, with a business mind of the teacher, explains something to the young. Turning to him, I say: "Who can I talk to about the exacerbation of chronic sinusitis? I have my X-rays with me." Next, about a minute, there was a clarification of who I was and what I was. Closer to the end of the dialogue I hear the result: "If you want to perform any procedure for money, then we have everything only through the cashier, and so - the outpatient clinic in your place of residence to help you!". You see, probably, that I was a bit shocked from such insolence. What the fuck is the money? That in medical academy so the interns with graduates spoke, such on my memory yet was not! Academy, my dear, where are you going? I ended the dialogue in this way (in my opinion, and as it turned out later, I did absolutely right): "Are you a graduate of the academy?" - "Yes" - "It does not look like it!". Turned around and went off dialing the cherished phone.)))
Leaving the chair, I already had an agreement that I would be looked at tomorrow, and punished by a boor.
Went to a meeting with a friend who promised to give me a certificate in the pool. The former civil wife calls. She just flew in from Greece. "Kiraaaaa, I shaved my mice there and now I have a cherry bone ball in the armpit, what should I do?" She herself is already well versed in the basics of therapy. When my ex-wife addresses me, it always makes me funny - she appreciates me as a specialist, but as a person - no. No, here I am also wrong. In general, I do not know, I do not want to know.
The swimming pool I'm in is located right next to her house - it's not difficult for anyone to meet! Drank tea vprikusku with all the possible pies in the "Pie!", Laughed heartily. Separated, after they bought everything necessary to treat her lymphadenitis.