My Shattered Lifeline Where All Insane People Congregate

For those of you who did not read the first episode, here it is.

And now, the follow up:

Wrong! Mr. Stanculescu left in a hurry the cabinet. One minute later, one of the two men, left as well. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I immediately ask myself, why I gave to this bastard such a big tip. I answered the question, telling to myself, that after the gypsum will be changed; the famous surgeon will make sure that everything is O.K.

But, let my tell you how we changed the gypsum. Oh, yes, you read it correctly. We. This operation requires two persons. The assistant told my that a have to participate. I denied. He said: “is nobody else here, I can’t change it by my on. Do you want to do this”. I said: “no”. He said: “then, what shall we do”? I accepted to help him and I followed all his instructions exactly. I tipped him as well and I returned in the famous surgeon office to be checked up.

He looked at my hand; asked my if it is O.K. I felled no pain, so, as far I was concerned, it was O.K. He said that is O.K. and we said good bye.

Being a patient, I was not familiar with the proper procedure. I trusted his judgment, being so famous and all. I founded out later that an other X-ray was required.

My hand is now slanting, he continues to be famous, to take big tips and to teach, the future generation of students, how to be a doctor in Romania.

If you have the impression that here by taking him to court, he will be punished, and my hand fixed back in place, that means you know nothing about Romania.

Continue reading My Broken Hand: Episode 2

I broke my left hand from the palm joint, dislocating it, and I went to the hospital. Before continuing my story, I feel compelled to warn you: if this is ever happen to a foreigner; please leave Romania with the first flight and go to fix it in an other country.
I didn’t have this opportunity and my hand is now slanting.
Obviously, I was in a shock stage. First of all, nobody will give you anything to take you out from the shock stage or to calm down the pain, before they twist the hand in order to put it back. You can not imagine the pain. Actually, you can: it is the same one I felt when I broke my hand. Now I had to relive it, so the hand goes back in place. After, they made an X-raze, and they told my, that it was a success. I left the hospital and I went home. Decided to change the hospital for the next check ups. I did that one-week later, just to make sure the hand is in the right place. I had an X-raze, and three doctors assured my that everything is O.K. I believe them.
By the time I had to go to the doctor to change the gypsum, a friend of mine already contacted one of the famous surgeon in the country: university professor doctor Stanculescu.
We went there with a bottle of Courvoisier cognac worth of 250 E and money for his assistant to tip him. Plus we paid the legal taxes that The Municipal Hospital in Bucharest charges, which, by the way, are huge.
From the beginning we gave the bottle to the surgeon, in his office. He was not attending any patient during my stay in the hospital. So, he doesn’t have the excuse of being busy. Like, this is an excuse!
Here starts the madness. From the start, I had an X-raze, which he checked. He told my like all the other before him that up to this point everything is very good.
We passed to the next step: we went in a cabinet was I was to have my gypsum changed and my hand repositioned. There were two men in white, which I thought are one a doctor, the other the assistant. Mr. Stanculescu approached one of them and instructs him what to do about my hand. I imagined that it is collaboration between them, followed by the actual operation.

-to be continued-

Continue reading My Broken Hand: Episode 1