Grandfather

When I told my colleague and friend Major that I was going to Dedinje, he asked me: "Did you go to Pink?" Skontam, is that Slovenian humor, as his jokes were baptized by the lost. So, it's better to go to national television than to the Institute for Cardiovascular Diseases. Long ago, I wanted to go there and make a report about this prestigious health institution, where the director was our famous cardiac surgeon Boško Đukanović, who was replaced by this scourge, singular, and Dr. Milovan Šešeljev was brought in as the first man of "Dedinja".

So, the symptoms of a headache, etc. they took me to the doppler door, then I went to the scanner, then to the vascular surgeon at "Dedinje", everything was quick, while I didn't waste my life for nothing, at least I know people. The council recommended surgery on the left carotid artery, the neck artery, to reduce the possibility of a stroke. I arrived at the clinic when I was told, at 7 o'clock in the morning, I haven't been that early since the alarm in the JNA. After a few hours of wasting time, after I whispered to Nadia: "Take care of my cat", placed in the vascular surgery department, medical history, measurement of blood pressure, temperature, sugar, then in a circle, lining up for the morning and evening shift of the medical staff, morning visits...

Although all patients were taking sedatives, it was difficult to sleep because every now and then the nurse on duty would turn on the light to give someone therapy. So for insomnia, I found ways to light up, which was forbidden, like other addicts. The door to the corridor was constantly open, next to the sink in the room Instructions for washing hands, for which the icons of St. Peter and St. Pavla, under number one, Wet your hands with water... there is a framed House Rules, No smoking, use of narcotics and alcohol, throwing food scraps into the sink or through the window... Signed by the Director of the Institute, Professor Milovan Bojić.

While the elderly lady, the bed across the street, from somewhere in the south of Serbia, was writing something in the SNS notebook, which she had received from Vučić, another grandmother, from the end of the room, who did not close her mouth, took to asking me what age I was, and said that she is a year younger, sic! Then into the room came the old man Čoče, from a village around Podgorica, he would be Gornja Kokota, already in his good years. When he arrived, the gentleman from abroad, who declared himself a Serb, was honored with a visit by the head of the department. Then the intern doctor took the entrance examination of the gentleman; this one declaims: he doesn't smoke, he doesn't drink, he doesn't have blood pressure, cholesterol and blood sugar, he doesn't take any medicines, he admits that the only thing that has gotten worse lately... The intern leaves, then comes back to ask him about the tumor, which, according to the report of the Clinical of the center of Montenegro, operated. Choche replied that he was hearing about it for the first time. Then Čoče tells that the deposit is five thousand euros for the operation; every hour, analog and digital and for all costs, they measured his temperature and pressure, took a swab, informed him that tomorrow he is scheduled for surgery, the head of the department will operate on him personally.

Even though I am not a depositor, they put me on the program the next day after my arrival. They took me to get ready, the barber gave me a whip and foam to shave myself, waking up at four in the morning, they gave me, on my naked body, a "dress", a one-piece pajama that was buttoned on the back, which was up to my balls, they said it had shrunk from washing . They put me on a gurney for transport to the operating room, when - delayed; drank the medicine, although no one told me not to, which thins the blood, so that there would be no increased bleeding. Except I didn't cry.

I go back to waiting. So I count four young sisters who volunteer. All four from different parts of Serbia. Word by word, I find out that the lady from Šumadija still has a month of volunteering left; I ask what will happen next, she will be hired permanently, the director promised. It occurred to me to ask her if she went by bus to support the President, she did, and did she shout "Vučić fag", she didn't dare, she just applauded. To be honest, they are all decent and qualified girls who work hard, only one jumped out, who must have applauded the predecessor the best, who could only add a "dress" to the patient before the operation.

After two days again on the program, preparation, getting up at four, "dress" to the balls, wheelchair, operating room, I remember the anesthesiologist saying to me: "Breathe!" I woke up in intensive care with three brownies on my right arm, the first thing I asked for was water, barely, because I lost my voice, the nurse just moistened my lips. Even though I was supposed to spend 24 hours in the intensive care unit, they sent me back to the ward the same evening, they had an emergency, and they didn't have a bed.

Upon returning to the ward, after removing the catheter, he was immediately on his feet, seeing that the cut on the neck was larger than expected. Finished reading Baumgartner Paul Oster, whom I have deputed to the head nurse for a surgeon. I write: "Let's saddle up that raga of life and ride it until we reach the end".

Two days after the operation, discharge from the hospital, they wrote the discharge list all day until noon. The help of a friend came to pick me up, and Comrade Major came in a "Lamborghini". On the way, he showed me the Šapić roundabout with traffic lights... I knew I had arrived home when I saw my two little girls.