The first category of a nurse (Peculiarities of national psychiatry, part 3)
After 30, metamorphoses often occur with women. When everything is set up, the children grow up and life, which was so interesting before, is already first class nurse, suddenly turns out to be a gray routine. Everything is the same everywhere! Always the same! I want to change something, bring a gust of fresh wind into everyday life! It would be nice to have another baby. But by that time, Natalia had no one to give birth to.
Even moving to another city, even smaller than her own, did not save Natalya from an emotional stupor. Rather, on the contrary, exacerbated dullness. And a new job - not in surgery, but - oh horror! - in psychiatry - well, she didn’t add any colors to life.
Working in this cozy sleepy town was generally difficult. To the point that Natalia had the first category of a nurse . “We won’t even hire you as a nurse – there are no rates!” snapped the head of the personnel department. And then the relatives took care - the rate was "found". Not even sanitary - nursing.
“There is a rate in psychiatry,” said Dr. Chibisov, who was helping Natalya with employment, “you will work with fools.
HA-HA-HA!!! HA-HA-HA!!!" “Oh…”
“You will go to that building, to the head of the psychiatric hospital, there is an iron door with a lock,” Chibisov continued, “you will ring the bell, there is a nurse. Ask who. You say: - here the doctor raised his voice - I'm to OrlovU-U-U-U! From ChibisovA-A-A-A!"
"Where did I go?"
- thought Natalya, sobbing and not paying attention to the passers-by that came across on the street. In fact, everything turned out to be much simpler and safer than Chibisov had frightened. Orlov - the head of psychiatry, a wonderful person, received Natalya in a businesslike and quite friendly way. Well, Chibisov, in general, is also good and responsive. The joker is simple. "With fools." "Hagaga". Natasha quickly went through the employment procedure, and even managed to maintain her seniority and category.
Natalya learned to work in the psychiatric department, like everything she took on, pretty quickly. True, people were a little different from the inhabitants of her homeland - intelligent and united by the harsh conditions of the North. Well, nothing, you can also live and work here. Yes, and most of the team - the sisters are young, but not green. Friendly and sociable. Most part of time.
And again greyness. Yes, mixed with nostalgia. Absolutely nothing interesting. No theatre, no one's tour... You can't even go anywhere - the salary here, although increased, is different from the northern one. True, they pay regularly, without delay - this is good. And the SES is somehow loyal, it doesn’t tyrannize, like “ours”. Quiet swamp. Dead end.
(According to the materials of the magazine "Senior Nurse" ©)
