Somehow Arthur Gasparyan, the Music Observer of the Moscow Komsomol Center and the permanent leading "sound track", returning from a trip to Thailand, told about his flight inner lines: "Russell in the cabin of the aircraft, very nice and cozy. Suddenly the door opened, and the squad of Thai pioneers entered, who passed somewhere towards the cockpit of pilots. Only a few minutes later, I suddenly realized that it was the crew of the ship. "
I remember, then, a couple of years ago we had fun, listening to the "report on the trip" of a notable story of Arthur Yurevich. And it was this story that I immediately remembered when I finally got to the doctor who decided to entrust her childbirth.
On the Internet, Dr. Manop Janthanaphan (do not even ask, in Russian I did not say his name) called one of the best obstetrician-gynecologists in Phuket. Honored and famous, in photographs from the official site of the hospital, a serious such uncle was watched on me in a white coat. In the office, where he accepted the doctor, I met a period like a Japanese fashionista - in the nominal checkered jacket and a shaggy hodge on the head. At first I even thought that I was mistaken by a door or that this priestly young man sits here like a secretary. No. Won and a bathrobe white behind his back casually on a hanger. This is he, Dr. Ship.
In the courtyard of the clinic found a place for the domical meditation.
The first thought was rushing back. But then I prudently decided that this doctor would not hurt me. And then - I will go to another doctor, the second frequency of mentions on the network.
Dr. Maeno burst into my exchange card, in which I could not even disassemble anything in Russian (as our doctors write, you all know). However, this fashionable guy somehow immediately understood what was discussed. Just clarified along the way, at what month I did screening and how long ago I had given blood for HIV and bargaining infection. And constantly smiling, repeated encouraging: "Oce E-Eh, Olga!"
And only in one place he suddenly frowned and pressed the alarming red button on the table. The heart went into the heels ...
Continuation of a story…
Olga's previous story read here, and where it all starts - here.