Nine Month Sober. Giving Birth in London.

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“This is your first baby…. There is no way that it is coming at 37 weeks. Put a hot water bottle on your back and get some sleep.” (Midwife in chief. Bath Royal United Hospital. July 20th, 2008)

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Yeah…. Thanks for that advice “Senior Midwife “‘Ronda’ Midwife not only told me that I was not in labour, but went on to refuse me treatment when it was
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Боль Московского бизнеса, или почему нечего будет есть (и негде)

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Вчера я ехал по бульварному кольцу, и видел пустые витрины с надписями "Аренда", "Продаю", "Сдам". Большинство из них были закрыты моими любимыми зелено-полосатыми реновационными стойками. Там умер бизнес. Потому что очередному человеку захотелось – уж не знаю, славы ли денег ли, но почему-то именно в тот момент, когда должен был пойти основной поток покупателей.

Бизнес в центре Москвы умирает, и тысячи людей теряют рабочие места, а с текущей … Read the rest

Prisons and Prisoners. Pain of Truth. Part 2.

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On the day before my first night
duty our only anesthetist-resuscitator Elena had given me her own personal phone number.
— Don’t hesitate to disturb me in any case of emergency, — she said. She was an amiable old doctor who could have retired ages ago, but she loved her job and, moreover, there was no other resuscitator in the hospital. I gave her thanks but hoped that
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Welcome to Being Me

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An insight into what makes a 41-year-old mother of 1 son tick.
Jump on, climb inside. Laugh at the humiliations that I have suffered and learn from my mistakes. Cry with me, tears of sorrow or laughter! Celebrate my mistakes and embrace what makes me human. Form an opinion. Share your views if you feel compelled to, be they negative or positive. It’s okay, that’s the point to … Read the rest

Prisons and Prisoners. Concrete Walls of Mind. Part 1.

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My first days in the hospital I worked only during daylight hours to meet the local orders. The hospital needed a doctor so desperately that I was pressed into action even before all the formalities were finished. On my very first day I was invited by a chief security officer into a rather stark and bleak furnished office where he probed me for details about my life, education … Read the rest