That's why, ask, did I refuse to go to bed today at 10? Not in 11, at the extreme in 12? He stayed till one o'clock, and at one o'clock he called. What would you think? HERNIA! Yeah - she's native - strangled, inguinal, straight. In the rhythm of tango:
"Restricted hernia atypically descended,
And in the ring, I was stuck - I was stuck there.
And the team of surgeons is still not washed
And the gut ripped in two. "
As always. The surgeon is sleeping on the couch in the medical room: "You call this someone ... I ... I got sick ..." I had to wake up the chief (the only capable surgeon for today).
Patient with a look - Homeless. With a detailed acquaintance - agronomist (in the past). The hay broke. So I hit the artery. Well, before the break, it certainly did not. They saved the gut. Will live! (proudly)
And another joy: Alyoshka Kulyabin received a phone call from the World of Art Foundation Vladislav Teterin. Thank you!:)
Five twenty on the clock. Go to sleep? Do you think it makes sense?
