{"id":445,"date":"2009-11-24T11:23:01","date_gmt":"2009-11-24T15:23:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/russian\/?p=445"},"modified":"2009-11-24T11:23:01","modified_gmt":"2009-11-24T15:23:01","slug":"%c2%ab%d0%9f%d1%80%d0%b8%d0%ba%d0%bb%d1%8e%d1%87%d0%b5%d0%bd%d0%b8%d1%8f-%d1%88%d0%b2%d0%b5%d0%b4%d0%ba%d0%b8-%d0%b2-%d1%80%d1%83%d1%81%d1%81%d0%ba%d0%be%d0%b9-%d0%b1%d0%be%d0%bb%d1%8c%d0%bd%d0%b8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/russian\/%c2%ab%d0%9f%d1%80%d0%b8%d0%ba%d0%bb%d1%8e%d1%87%d0%b5%d0%bd%d0%b8%d1%8f-%d1%88%d0%b2%d0%b5%d0%b4%d0%ba%d0%b8-%d0%b2-%d1%80%d1%83%d1%81%d1%81%d0%ba%d0%be%d0%b9-%d0%b1%d0%be%d0%bb%d1%8c%d0%bd%d0%b8\/","title":{"rendered":"\u00ab\u041f\u0440\u0438\u043a\u043b\u044e\u0447\u0435\u043d\u0438\u044f \u0448\u0432\u0435\u0434\u043a\u0438 \u0432 \u0440\u0443\u0441\u0441\u043a\u043e\u0439 \u0431\u043e\u043b\u044c\u043d\u0438\u0446\u0435\u00bb [The Adventures of a Swedish Girl in a Russian Hospital]"},"content":{"rendered":"

After publishing my last post here – over a week ago now – I promised myself that I would not blog again until I got well enough to not write about anything related to illnesses. That might have seemed like a great plan when it was still \u00ab\u043f\u043e\u043d\u0435\u0434\u0435<\/span>\u043b\u044c\u043d\u0438\u043a\u00bb <\/strong>[Monday] and my first fever-free day since coming down with \u00ab\u0441\u0432\u0438\u043d\u043e<\/span>\u0439 \u0433\u0440\u0438\u043f\u043f\u00bb<\/strong> [swine flu] only a few days before. On \u00ab\u0447\u0435\u0442\u0432\u0435<\/span>\u0440\u0433\u00bb<\/strong> [Thursday] this plan turned out not to be so great anymore. On Thursday I woke up to my fourth fever-free day, but still with \u00ab\u0442\u044f\u0436\u0451<\/span>\u043b\u044b\u0439 \u043a\u0430<\/span>\u0448\u0435\u043b\u044c\u00bb<\/strong> [a heavy cough (this noun ends on a soft sign, and thus make a note of that it is masculine!)<\/em>] and also \u00ab\u043c\u043d\u0435 \u0431\u044b<\/span>\u043b\u043e \u0442\u0440\u0443<\/span>\u0434\u043d\u043e \u0434\u044b\u0448\u0430<\/span>\u0442\u044c\u00bb <\/strong>[it was hard for me to breathe]. Since the fever left my health had not improved at all and thus I decided that \u00ab\u0445\u0432\u0430<\/span>\u0442\u0438\u0442 \u0431\u043e\u043b\u0435<\/span>\u0442\u044c \u0443\u0436\u0435<\/span>\u00bb<\/strong> [enough with being sick already] and called up my friend, whose mother is \u00ab\u0432\u0440\u0430\u0447\u00bb<\/strong> [a doctor]. Her mother said that I might have \u00ab\u043f\u043d\u0435\u0432\u043c\u043e\u043d\u0438<\/span>\u044f<\/a>\u00bb<\/strong> [pneumonia<\/a>] as \u00ab\u043e\u0441\u043b\u043e\u0436\u043d\u0435<\/span>\u043d\u0438\u0435\u00bb<\/strong> [complication; sequela, condition resulting from an earlier illness or disease (medicine)<\/em>] after the swine flu. I was in no condition to go outside and that’s why my friend came over to my place, picked up her phone and \u00ab\u0432\u044b<\/span>\u0437\u0432\u0430\u043b\u0430 \u0432\u0440\u0430\u0447\u0430<\/span> \u043d\u0430<\/span> \u0434\u043e\u043c\u00bb<\/strong> [called a doctor to come to (my)<\/em> home]. At this point it should be noted that I have suffered from enormous \u00ab\u0441\u0442\u0440\u0430\u0445 \u043f\u0435<\/span>\u0440\u0435\u0434 \u0431\u043e\u043b\u044c\u043d\u0438<\/span>\u0446\u0430\u043c\u0438\u00bb <\/strong>[a fear of hospitals] my whole life, that \u00ab\u044f \u0443\u0436\u0430<\/span>\u0441\u043d\u043e \u0431\u043e\u044e<\/span>\u0441\u044c \u0432\u0440\u0430\u0447\u0435<\/span>\u0439\u00bb<\/strong> [I’m terribly afraid of doctors] and that all of this adds up to some sort of \u00ab\u0444\u043e<\/span>\u0431\u0438\u044f\u00bb <\/strong>[phobia, strong and persistent irrational fear] that I can’t get rid of. On Thursday I tried to explain this to the two Russian doctors that turned up in my home, but – like always – they did not understand me at all. Well, perhaps I wouldn’t understand people who told me that \u00ab\u0443 \u043d\u0438\u0445 \u0441\u0442\u0440\u0430\u0445 \u043f\u0435<\/span>\u0440\u0435\u0434 \u0444\u0438\u043b\u043e<\/span>\u043b\u043e\u0433\u0430\u043c\u0438<\/a>\u00bb<\/strong> [they have a fear of philologists<\/a>] and that’s why they \u00ab\u0431\u043e\u044f<\/span>\u0442\u0441\u044f \u0447\u043b\u0435\u043d\u0438<\/span>\u0442\u044c \u043f\u0440\u0435\u0434\u043b\u043e\u0436\u0435<\/span>\u043d\u0438\u0435 \u043d\u0430 \u0447\u0430<\/span>\u0441\u0442\u0438 \u0440\u0435<\/span>\u0447\u0438<\/a>\u00bb<\/strong> [are afraid of dividing a sentence into parts of speech<\/a>]… Or, which is even more likely, I would’ve thought this fear just as illogical as the doctors find my fear of hospitals.<\/p>\n

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\u00a0This ancient phone actually works! Despite looking like it was simply forgotten here in the last century… Don’t you think that it is strange that \u00ab\u0442\u0438<\/span>\u0445\u0438\u0439 \u0447\u0430\u0441\u00bb<\/strong> [quiet hour] lasts for not one hour, but two? Why isn’t it called \u00ab\u0442\u0438<\/span>\u0445\u0438\u0435 \u0447\u0430\u0441\u044b<\/span>\u00bb <\/strong>[quiet hours] instead? Maybe because the plural \u00ab\u0447\u0430\u0441\u044b<\/span>\u00bb <\/strong>in Russian also means \u2018clock’ and that would make it \u2018quiet clock’?<\/em><\/p>\n

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Life, it turned out last Thursday, is apparently still filled with plenty of things I haven’t done yet. But one of them I got done with right then and there: \u00ab\u044f \u043f\u043e\u0435<\/span>\u0445\u0430\u043b\u0430 \u0432 \u0431\u043e\u043b\u044c\u043d\u0438<\/span>\u0446\u0443 \u043d\u0430 \u0441\u043a\u043e<\/span>\u0440\u043e\u0439 \u043f\u043e<\/span>\u043c\u043e\u0449\u0438<\/a>\u00bb <\/strong>[I went to the hospital in an ambulance]. Yes, now I can say that I’ve been in a Russian ambulance! How cool is that? I think it is pretty cool – at least now afterwards! I arrived at the hospital together with my friend to find the waiting room filled with other sick people that were all \u00ab\u0441 \u0432\u0435\u0449\u0430<\/span>\u043c\u0438\u00bb<\/strong> [with things; personal belongings]. I paid little to no attention to this until I was brought to the doctor some three hours later and the first thing he said, without even really looking twice at me, was: \u00ab\u0418\u0442\u0430<\/span>\u043a, \u0432\u044b \u0445\u043e\u0442\u0438<\/span>\u0442\u0435 \u0437\u0434\u0435\u0441\u044c \u043e\u0441\u0442\u0430<\/span>\u0442\u044c\u0441\u044f \u043d\u0430<\/span> \u043d\u043e\u0447\u044c?\u00bb <\/strong>[So you want to spend the night here?]. My reaction at this was to scream loudly in panic and beg him to listen to my lungs first, and only after this tell me his sentence. He smiled. He listened to my lungs for a while, nodding to himself slowly as he listened, and then sent me to get them x-rayed. I came back from the x-ray and ended up with another doctor because the whole hospital was in such a chaos that my Russian friend in the end concluded: \u00ab\u042d<\/span>\u0442\u043e \u043d\u0435 \u0441\u0442\u0440\u0430\u043d\u0430<\/span> – \u044d<\/span>\u0442\u043e \u043a\u0430\u0442\u0430\u0441\u0442\u0440\u043e<\/span>\u0444\u0430!\u00bb<\/strong> [“This is not a country – this is a catastrophe!”] The other doctor was a woman and she liked me for some reason and started to talk to me while looking at the x-ray of my lungs. She said that \u00ab\u043d\u0435\u0442 \u043f\u043d\u0435\u0432\u043c\u043e\u043d\u0438<\/span>\u0438\u00bb<\/strong> [there’s no pneumonia] on the x-ray, but that this doesn’t mean that I don’t still have it. She smiled and added that this is especially possible considering my difficulties breathing and the fact that I’ve been sick for over a week now. And that’s how I came to be hospitalized in Russia!<\/p>\n

My friend and another friend, whose father just happens to be \u00ab\u0440\u0435<\/span>\u043a\u0442\u043e\u0440 \u043d\u0430<\/span>\u0448\u0435\u0433\u043e \u0443\u043d\u0438\u0432\u0435\u0440\u0441\u0438\u0442\u0435<\/span>\u0442\u0430<\/a>\u00bb <\/strong>[the rector of our university<\/a>], got my keys and went to my home to gather together my things for me. I was not allowed to leave the hospital. About an hour later the rector himself<\/a> turned up at the hospital in the middle of the night together with his daughter to hand me a big bag filled with food. They also took my coat and my shoes that I had to give away in order to be officially hospitalized. So I was led into this gloomy room with green walls and a single bed (after the first night I was moved to a double room, but remained alone in it until about two hours before I left on Monday)<\/em> and placed on the bed by a nurse. She put \u00ab\u043a\u0430<\/span>\u043f\u0435\u043b\u044c\u043d\u0438\u0446\u0430<\/a>\u00bb<\/strong> [a drop counter<\/a>] into the vein on my right arm, but since I was not in such a great mood and really very afraid of where all of this \u00ab\u0436\u0438<\/span>\u0434\u043a\u043e\u0441\u0442\u044c\u00bb<\/strong> [feminine:<\/em> fluid] was going to go once inside my body since I’m convinced that my veins are already full with my blood and can’t hold anything more. So I got nervous that my veins would explode and started jumping around and thus the needle shifted and the fluid poured under my skin instead. This was even worse, of course, because also under my skin I didn’t have much room… So I ended up with a small ball under the skin on my arm and spending the whole first night crying and not sleeping at all because of the pain.<\/p>\n

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All things considered, \u00ab\u044f \u0440\u0430<\/span>\u0434\u0430, \u0447\u0442\u043e \u0443 \u043c\u0435\u043d\u044f<\/span> \u043d\u0435 \u0445\u0432\u0430\u0442\u0430<\/span>\u0435\u0442 \u043e<\/span>\u043f\u044b\u0442\u0430 \u0434\u043b\u044f \u0442\u043e\u0433\u043e<\/span>, \u0447\u0442\u043e<\/span>\u0431\u044b \u0441\u043a\u0430\u0437\u0430<\/span>\u0442\u044c: \u0432\u043e\u0442 \u0442\u0430\u043a<\/strong><\/em> \u0432\u044b<\/span>\u0433\u043b\u044f\u0434\u0438\u0442<\/em><\/strong> \u043e\u0431\u044b<\/span>\u0447\u043d\u0430\u044f \u043f\u0430\u043b\u0430<\/span>\u0442\u0430<\/a> \u0432 \u0440\u0443<\/span>\u0441\u0441\u043a\u0438\u0445 \u0431\u043e\u043b\u044c\u043d\u0438<\/span>\u0446\u0430\u0445\u00bb<\/em><\/strong> [I’m glad that I don’t have enough experience to say: well this is what a usual ward <\/a>in Russian hospitals looks like]. <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00ab\u0412 \u043f\u044f<\/span>\u0442\u043d\u0438\u0446\u0443\u00bb<\/strong> [on Friday] many things changed for the better for me in the hospital because I found a friend. At half past six the nurse woke me up and said: \u00ab\u041f\u043e\u0440\u0430<\/span> \u0441\u0434\u0430\u0432\u0430<\/span>\u0442\u044c \u043a\u0440\u043e\u0432\u044c!\u00bb <\/strong>[It is time for a blood test!] Then I started (or simply continued)<\/em> to cry as lingered in the line and trying to be the last one, while I kept repeating over and over again: \u00ab\u042f \u0445\u043e\u0447\u0443<\/span> \u0434\u043e\u043c\u043e<\/span>\u0439!\u00bb<\/strong> [I want to go home!] I noticed how another patient, this young, tall and rather broad-shouldered man, also tried to be the last one in the line and kept looking at me strangely. Later in the day he explained to me that he was jealous of me, since he’s just afraid of hospitals as I am, but I’m allowed to cry since I’m \u00ab\u0436\u0435<\/span>\u043d\u0449\u0438\u043d\u0430 \u0438 \u043c\u0430<\/span>\u043b\u0435\u043d\u044c\u043a\u0430\u044f\u00bb<\/strong> [a woman and small] but the is not because he’s \u00ab\u043c\u0443<\/span>\u0436\u0447\u0438\u043d\u0430 \u0438 \u0431\u043e\u043b\u044c\u0448\u043e<\/span>\u0439\u00bb<\/strong> [a man and big]. After we had been united in our fear of the place where we were located against our will we became close friends and wondered the long hallway together. My weekend at the hospital turned out to be a nice rest mostly thanks to him, as a matter of fact. During my first week of being sick I hardly ate anything at all, and due to this I lost a lot of weight. But during the weekend my new friend kept feeding me all sorts of good food and thus I managed to gain back some and regain a lot of energy in the process, too. He turned out to be a real gentleman! We were so inseparable during the weekend that the nurses suspected us to have become a couple even…<\/p>\n

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This is one of the views from the floor in the hospital where I was. When I took this picture my new friend told me not to and that I shouldn’t show \u00ab\u043d\u0435\u043a\u0440\u0430\u0441\u0438<\/span>\u0432\u044b\u0435 \u0441\u0442\u043e<\/span>\u0440\u043e\u043d\u044b \u0435\u0433\u043e<\/span> \u0440\u043e<\/span>\u0434\u0438\u043d\u044b\u00bb<\/strong> [the shabby sides of his native country]. But I always want to show Russia just as she is, and because this is how she looks a lot of the time I wanted to take a picture of it.<\/em><\/p>\n

All in all I am very thankful now that I ended up in the hospital on Thursday, even though I didn’t want to go there in the first place. When I was there I got a lot of medication and a lot of rest and got to eat a lot and now I’m feeling much better. Even though the hospital was pretty much in chaos and rather crazy the whole time I was there – there’s after all \u00ab\u044d\u043f\u0438\u0434\u0435<\/span>\u043c\u0438\u044f\u00bb<\/strong> [an epidemic] going on right now – I think the doctors and the nurses did the best they could working under such strained circumstances. \u00ab\u0412 \u043f\u043e\u043d\u0435\u0434\u0435<\/span>\u043b\u044c\u043d\u0438\u043a \u043c\u0435\u043d\u044f<\/span> \u0432\u044b<\/span>\u043f\u0438\u0441\u0430\u043b\u0438\u00bb<\/strong> [on Monday I was discharged from the hospital] and could go home with just a small cough and breathing normally! Life is full of different experiences, and many of them aren’t really pleasant while we’re going through them, but in the end that’s really what they are and that’s why we need them – as experiences. Now I can say that I’ve been \u00ab\u0432 \u0440\u0443<\/span>\u0441\u0441\u043a\u043e\u0439 \u0431\u043e\u043b\u044c\u043d\u0438<\/span>\u0446\u0435\u00bb<\/strong> [in a Russian hospital]. What’s left for me to do in this country? Well, my \u00ab\u043d\u0430\u0443<\/span>\u0447\u043d\u044b\u0439 \u0440\u0443\u043a\u043e\u0432\u043e\u0434\u0438<\/span>\u0442\u0435\u043b\u044c\u00bb<\/strong> [academic guidance councilor] put it this way: \u00ab\u0422\u0435\u0431\u0435<\/span> \u043e\u0441\u0442\u0430<\/span>\u043b\u043e\u0441\u044c \u0442\u043e<\/span>\u043b\u044c\u043a\u043e \u043f\u043e\u0431\u044b\u0432\u0430<\/span>\u0442\u044c \u0432 \u0440\u0443<\/span>\u0441\u0441\u043a\u043e\u0439 \u0442\u044e\u0440\u044c\u043c\u0435<\/span>\u00bb<\/strong> [All left for you to do is spend some time in Russian prison]. Let’s hope that’s one experience I WON’T be gaining! And let’s also hope that this is the last post I’ll be writing on the subject of \u00ab\u0431\u043e\u043b\u0435<\/span>\u0437\u043d\u044c\u00bb<\/strong> [feminine:<\/em> illness, disease, sickness, malady; trouble] for some time to come!<\/p>\n

Anyway, now you all know the reason as to why I didn’t write anything here for an entire week… I promise a soon return to posts on only grammar and literature!\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\"\"

After publishing my last post here – over a week ago now – I promised myself that I would not blog again until I got well enough to not write about anything related to illnesses. That might have seemed like a great plan when it was still \u00ab\u043f\u043e\u043d\u0435\u0434\u0435\u043b\u044c\u043d\u0438\u043a\u00bb [Monday] and my first fever-free day since…<\/p>\n

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