- MAMA! MOMMY! HELP ME! I HAVE SUCH HAPPENED! I HAVE NEVER SUCH THERE!
MAMA! MOMMY! HELP ME!
My children are no exception. But, once, many years ago, when my youngest daughter was studying in the third grade, I was during the day at the operation - the usual cesarean section.
Sewing up the abdominal cavity and I hear - my mobile phone rings on the window in the operating room, and very long and aggressively. I ask the anesthesiologist to turn on the speakerphone.
- MAMA! MOMMY! HELP ME! I HAVE SUCH HAPPENED! I HAVE NEVER SUCH THERE! ONLY YOU CAN HELP ME! WHAT SHOULD I DO? HELP! MOMMY! MAAAAMA!
My daughter screams into the phone so that in these few seconds I have turned gray, turned white, survived a heart attack along with a stroke, my legs have become wadded and a wet robe from cold sweat.
The operating team froze for a moment. A clip dropped to the floor with a ringing roll rolled over the tile floor. This sound brought out of the stupor anesthesiologist.
Trying not to pay attention to the horror in my eyes, the anesthesiologist asks in such a calm-oh-oh voice:
- And what happened to you, dear - Tell my mommy, let her not just swear ...I have the most extreme case! Rostik from 3-B ... I confessed in love.