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Tonsils
A few months ago I took the son to the Riga Museum of the History of Medicine, where we examined decorous and noble products in glass containers, pressure chambers, skulls with skeletons, scalpels - this is now everything.
I myself as a young man very much loved this museum and visited it regularly. But since then, many years have passed, and museum fund has added new exhibits. One of them shook me to the core. The stuffed boy who removed the tonsils, I found myself a little. I'll tell you why.
During Soviet times, the children were sent in the summer or in summer camps, or in motels, or, alternatively, to the country to her grandmother. Pioneer camp differed minimally from the resort - the same games massoviki-entertainers, line dancing, and "Summer lightning". Is that in the latter, among other things, and was attended by doctors in different fields, designed to look after the health of their wards. Time travelers summoned for some procedures - all kinds of heating, electrophoresis, oxygen cocktails, or, say, physiotherapy.
There was, among others, and unpleasant procedure - Visit ENT. Specialists' ear-nose-throat "working in a separate building, a pretty terrible to look at. The old two-story structure, topped with a turret, looked incredibly sad, and when newcomers hinted what terrible things are happening there, despondency grew into fear. The children told each other that once a week in the office of Lore curtain all the windows include bright lights, catch unwary child and pull him glands.
And really - from time to time something happened once a week because of the tightly curtained windows we could hear someone's terrible screams. A little later in a dumpster, who was standing on the edge of the resort, it was possible to find a bloodied cloth and bandages. It was rumored that if a good dig, you can find and tonsils taken out, but check the truth of this statement, in practice, no one hesitated.
I myself have several times gone to LORu a viewing. It was scary, but it soon became clear that nothing to do with me not going. Inspection - that's all. After a second visit to the "terrible" doctor, I perked up noticeably, and even began to think that the story of the glands - just sanatorium legend. Like the story of shepherd named Paris - which has recently died, and since then, according to rumors, get out at night out of the ground, and wanders through the territory of the sanatorium, looking in the window casings, where the children sleep.
In general, the third examination to LORu I was walking with a clear conscience, without worries and experiences. But barely crossed the office door, I realized - something is wrong here. Light was brighter than usual, curtains were drawn, and next to the chair where I was sitting, wearing the tray with a couple dozen brilliant and very terrible instruments. In appearance they resembled greatly increased gizmo for blowing soap bubbles - stick and bared blades oval on its end.
- Things are bad - I thought. Female doctor, seeing the terror in my eyes, assured that nothing bad I can not do it. - I only anoint your throat - she promised, and offered to take a pill - "to calm down." But it was hard to calm down, because as soon as I sat in the tablet chair and tightly strapped to his feet, then chained to a special seat armrests hand. By this point I was already tired to be afraid and stood by the manipulations of the doctor and her assistant.
On the neck I hoisted the chain at the end of which was attached a copper pot. Baska wrapped a towel (I thought then - is that the hair does not fear crept). Why wrapped - I did not understand until now. In general, at the end of fixation, doctors ready to continue execution. Tonsils pulled out hard, without anesthesia. ENT shoved down my throat tools (a la "bubbles"), hitched them a piece of flesh, and tearing. The details I shall omit, perhaps. Everything that is happening is not so fit in my child's mind that I was not even screaming in pain, even though it hurt like hoo. After the penalty I was even praised - they say, "I did not cry, but this is rare." But there is not particularly poorat it was - in a fixed (including the mouth) position.
I later learned that the decision of the USSR Ministry of Health across the country conducted a massive experiment - as a preventive measure for children removed tonsils, without any visible evidence. Before the operation, it was necessary to obtain the consent of their parents, and my unfortunately naively agreed. Then it was thought that the above procedure is beneficial for the health and human immunity, allegedly reduces the risk of colds, bronchitis, rhinitis, and all that. It soon became clear (as I read in a magazine "Health"), that the concept was recognized oshibochnoy.I children tortured in vain. And somehow, without anesthesia. But the evil I do not for one do not hold, because it is driven by a passion for experimentation ahead of humanity.
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I myself as a young man very much loved this museum and visited it regularly. But since then, many years have passed, and museum fund has added new exhibits. One of them shook me to the core. The stuffed boy who removed the tonsils, I found myself a little. I'll tell you why.
During Soviet times, the children were sent in the summer or in summer camps, or in motels, or, alternatively, to the country to her grandmother. Pioneer camp differed minimally from the resort - the same games massoviki-entertainers, line dancing, and "Summer lightning". Is that in the latter, among other things, and was attended by doctors in different fields, designed to look after the health of their wards. Time travelers summoned for some procedures - all kinds of heating, electrophoresis, oxygen cocktails, or, say, physiotherapy.
There was, among others, and unpleasant procedure - Visit ENT. Specialists' ear-nose-throat "working in a separate building, a pretty terrible to look at. The old two-story structure, topped with a turret, looked incredibly sad, and when newcomers hinted what terrible things are happening there, despondency grew into fear. The children told each other that once a week in the office of Lore curtain all the windows include bright lights, catch unwary child and pull him glands.
And really - from time to time something happened once a week because of the tightly curtained windows we could hear someone's terrible screams. A little later in a dumpster, who was standing on the edge of the resort, it was possible to find a bloodied cloth and bandages. It was rumored that if a good dig, you can find and tonsils taken out, but check the truth of this statement, in practice, no one hesitated.
I myself have several times gone to LORu a viewing. It was scary, but it soon became clear that nothing to do with me not going. Inspection - that's all. After a second visit to the "terrible" doctor, I perked up noticeably, and even began to think that the story of the glands - just sanatorium legend. Like the story of shepherd named Paris - which has recently died, and since then, according to rumors, get out at night out of the ground, and wanders through the territory of the sanatorium, looking in the window casings, where the children sleep.
In general, the third examination to LORu I was walking with a clear conscience, without worries and experiences. But barely crossed the office door, I realized - something is wrong here. Light was brighter than usual, curtains were drawn, and next to the chair where I was sitting, wearing the tray with a couple dozen brilliant and very terrible instruments. In appearance they resembled greatly increased gizmo for blowing soap bubbles - stick and bared blades oval on its end.
- Things are bad - I thought. Female doctor, seeing the terror in my eyes, assured that nothing bad I can not do it. - I only anoint your throat - she promised, and offered to take a pill - "to calm down." But it was hard to calm down, because as soon as I sat in the tablet chair and tightly strapped to his feet, then chained to a special seat armrests hand. By this point I was already tired to be afraid and stood by the manipulations of the doctor and her assistant.
On the neck I hoisted the chain at the end of which was attached a copper pot. Baska wrapped a towel (I thought then - is that the hair does not fear crept). Why wrapped - I did not understand until now. In general, at the end of fixation, doctors ready to continue execution. Tonsils pulled out hard, without anesthesia. ENT shoved down my throat tools (a la "bubbles"), hitched them a piece of flesh, and tearing. The details I shall omit, perhaps. Everything that is happening is not so fit in my child's mind that I was not even screaming in pain, even though it hurt like hoo. After the penalty I was even praised - they say, "I did not cry, but this is rare." But there is not particularly poorat it was - in a fixed (including the mouth) position.
I later learned that the decision of the USSR Ministry of Health across the country conducted a massive experiment - as a preventive measure for children removed tonsils, without any visible evidence. Before the operation, it was necessary to obtain the consent of their parents, and my unfortunately naively agreed. Then it was thought that the above procedure is beneficial for the health and human immunity, allegedly reduces the risk of colds, bronchitis, rhinitis, and all that. It soon became clear (as I read in a magazine "Health"), that the concept was recognized oshibochnoy.I children tortured in vain. And somehow, without anesthesia. But the evil I do not for one do not hold, because it is driven by a passion for experimentation ahead of humanity.
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