Sa gandim pozitiv: doua treimi din populatia glabului nu are apa curenta, in Romania nu a fost razboi, suntem pe drumul bun spre democratia de tip occidental … si totusi …

“… exista ceva specific romanesc, ceva atat de detaliat in firea noastra, a celor care traim azi pe acest plai de dor, incat m-as hazarda sa spun ca este insasi esenta “romanismului” in acest moment istoric. Este cercul vicios al isteriei provocate de stres si al stresului provocat de isterie.” spunea Mircea Cartarescu

Medicii sunt blazati ca n-au cu ce, in spitale se poarta ca niste zei, sub ei legea o fac portarii, asistentele, felcerii, brancardierii … un sistem gandit sa te sfasie. Decat sa ajungi in spitalele romanesti mai bine mori linistit acasa … nu te injoseste nimeni.

Traim un fenomen Pitesti generalizat care ne azmute unul impotriva celuilalt. O lume de frustrati si de stresati, ne face sa gandim ca distrugand ziua celui de langa noi a noastra va deveni mai luminoasa. La noi, daca esti bun, esti calcat in picioare.

In Romania nu sunt bani pentru sanatate. Cei care stiu ca nu au cu ce sa lucreze nu au nici minima decenta de a trata cu respect un om caruia zilele ii sunt numarate. (via BLOG DE SUFLET)

Cand mergi cu copilul bolnav iti inchid usa in fata zambindu-ti stramb si spunand ca “se tine pe picioare” deci nu e o urgenta (Urgenta Budimex), cand asistenta se incuie cu doctorita timp de 2 ore inauntru neprimind nici un pacient din cei ce cu rabdare asteapta in fata usii (oftalmologie Budimex) … ajungi sa crezi ca un doctor Ciomu nu e un accident, nu este o exceptie, este numai un caz popularizat …

Surpriza a fost de proportii cand am descoperit ca la Medicover doctorii sunt aceeasi cu cei din spitale, firma ii sileste sa te trateze cu amabilitate, atat! In rest blazarea, neimplicarea, tratarea de sus sunt aceleasi.

Am mai scris de spre asta: sub semnlul verbului a face, Negativistul, Bucuria de a trai, Viata musteste

Se poate si altfel : citeste

In late 2002, my wife was diagnosed with breast cancer. During the course of Katie’s treatments at our local hospital, we were comforted by the kindness and compassion that many of the healthcare workers showed us during this difficult time. We discovered that some of them were cancer survivors themselves.
Because they had experienced cancer as patients, they knew what we were going through, and they went beyond the duties of their jobs to comfort and encourage us. The connection we felt with them boosted our spirits.

During the first half of 2004, Katie had her initial six chemotherapy treatments. She took a break from chemo over the summer before starting a second round of treatments, this time high dosage chemotherapy at Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center in New York City. Our experience at Sloan-Kettering really surprised me. Every time we approached the front doors of the 53rd Street entrance in midtown Manhattan, the exuberant doormen locked their eyes on us and greeted us with big, warm smiles as if we were friends coming to visit. The receptionist and security people were equally friendly. During our first office visit with Katie’s oncologist, Dr. Martee Hensley, she spent an hour educating us, and, although the statistics she shared were sobering, Dr. Hensley’s warm disposition and optimistic attitude lifted our spirits and gave us hope. Simply put, we connected with the people at Sloan-Kettering, and it encouraged us and made us more optimistic.