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Photo: Personal archiveProud, though “disbelieving”, I thought someone above (below …?) Would say this would overlook a disciplined man.
But one hundred and eighty-nine days from the appearance of the first patient in Serbia, fever and a weak cough, and the Balkan believes that it is not “that” and that it will pass quickly.
De brufen, which, as I will find out later, doctors do not recommend, is weak, paracetamol is more effective.
Where to get tested?
There was a public recommendation to go to the nearest kovid clinic.
It is not like this.
In New Belgrade, in the old DZ IMT, there are queues as in the past for oil or powdered detergents.
A strict but educated doctor says there will be no more tests that day.
Come tomorrow as soon as possible and wait for the number.
And so it would be. My wife is waiting, I’m shaking in the car. Number eleven, but near the door the constitution was locked.
– Where is your card?
– At DZ Savski venac, next to the PIO fund building, Dr. Dragan Stanojević …
– Go there! (Plus!)
Diagnosis and triage
But it’s not that one, but the one nearby, on Kosta Glavinića street.
There are barely five of us in the spacious corridor, three doctors are working, the reception is friendly, the windows are wide open.
Dr. Mirjana Milić mentions severe bronchitis during the examination, including pneumonia.
The blood test shows that everything is within normal limits, with slightly elevated hemoglobin and leukocytes and CRP 40.
More throat and nose smears, X-rays of the lungs in Pasterova, and tomorrow after 5pm the smear result by SMS.
It wasn’t there the other day, it’s not even on the internet.
The result of the lung scan was poor (inflammation on both sides), and on the second day, Dr. Milić instructed the Clinical Center to determine the institution to be treated. (I am calm, but thoughts arise, here is the dilemma of whether to give up. However: the manuscript of the novel passed the “sieve” of the editor, but I did not enter a complete collection of short stories on my laptop. Both feet on the ground , do not dream …)
Infectious.
I still hold on somehow, uncertainly when walking there is a strong tremor of the right hand from the tips of the fingers to the elbow.
Shaku can’t calm this other one.
The temperature is constantly between 38 and 39 degrees.
At Infectious Chaos, we are many.
It’s cold.
One of the doctors comes over and asks me why I am in a wheelchair.
I released my left hand and my right began to strike.
He measured my “fire” and went with “au”. They asked three times who I was.
Then they are lost.
A nurse, who could also be the head nurse, works hard, moves down the hall all the time, and the impression is that she is more annoying and confusing.
A skinny old woman, with a prosthesis on her lower left leg, also in a wheelchair.
As soon as someone from the hallway or three surgeries (entered from the courtyard!) Walks into a spacious waiting room that looks like the ones on the railroad in Serbian provinces, ask aloud if anyone thinks of her.
Everyone dedicates a single word to him for hours: Wait!
Who knows when she’s been here, she looks alone, covered with a blanket.
In that enchanted room from which you enter the three chambers (the oxygen bottles look like rockets …) for various interventions, a diverse society.
Two sisters who do not hide their elegance are accompanied by their father.
One quickly silenced the handsome older gentleman who had unreasonably scolded the lady next to him and his wife.
Scenes that change as created for Lordan Zafranović.
After seven hours of waiting, they invite me to stand outside in front of ambulance number three.
I’m not going to enter
We should wait a bit in the cold, said the writer Svetislav Basara.
In order not to believe at that moment, Jozo Krilić called me from Dubrovnik.
Everyone who ever spent the summer there once remembered his optician’s shop in the middle of Stradun, which he published recently. They finally introduced me.
After a brief interrogation, the young doctor with a modern hairstyle almost in a whisper asks: “Dragiša Mišović” or Zvezdara. I chose the latter.
Roommates
An hour and a little after midnight.
Dark and cold.
A nurse ran behind the counter to open it.
He looks at the papers and says we’re going to “cardiology.”
I used to come to visit my relatives a long time ago and now I don’t recognize anything.
We stopped in room 38, which is across from their counter in the middle of the hall.
Inside four beds, the first and the second occupied. I go to the room. Everything was done quickly and courteously.
Miroslav Vejzović on the first bed, Radenko Bukvić on the second.
The first has its roots in Prijepolje, the second in Priboj.
A military atmosphere is quickly created in the hospital, people approach, either for the same problem or for a similar one.
My roommates talk about going on vacation and happy times at the end of their ancestors.
Bukvić recalls that he walked a few kilometers to school and was the happiest when he “smeared the host” in one of the clearings on the way home.
He filled the room, later, with permission, sometimes we will call him žbir.
Senior police officer and field operative, Miloje law graduate.
When the doctors come and ask him for his name, he always says “Miloje of the late Milutin Kostić”.
Miloje is a nice and kind man, lightning fast in his thoughts and words.
He knows everything.
Journalists, writers, politicians, people from the bottom of the asphalt …
Whatever the beginning of the story, Miloje takes the floor, entangles it, elaborates …
He meant a lot to us, but one night he was taken to an intensive care unit, to “stronger oxygen devices.”
I imagine him at his home in Banjica.
Instead, former water polo legend Dejan Dabović (77) came to see me.
We “adopt” it immediately.
Doctors and nurses tell us to lie on our side or even better on our stomach.
Dabovic used his back more when he threw his long legs over the side of the bed.
He turned to his left side and pulled off the blanket.
Put me in, it tells me a little about Boka.
Until my daughter brought her some slippers, I lent her mine.
Unfortunately, he too was transferred to intensive care, later we learned that kovid was stronger.
And we made plans to rent a cabin after the hospital and spend a month away from civilization.
At seventeen in Zvezdara, Ilija Kovačević, a KCS senior therapist living in Bečmen, JAT pilot Nikola Crvenko and Goran Ilić from Sopot arrived in room 38, which we declared the best.
We bombarded Nikola with questions about airplanes; how much fuel can fit in the tank, why is the steering wheel cut off at the top „
A noble and calm man when we think he had come when he arrived, visiting.
He was home on the thirteenth day, and Goran and Ilija a day or two before.
Good soul
In the cardiology department, which is a temporary department (?), Everyone is getting settled, they are not delaying work.
On the second day, we stop being numbers, because most nurses, technicians and doctors know the names.
We are numbers only when you enter the room to measure (number four, 36.1 – 98) temperature and “saturation.”
Afterwards, we are immediately living creatures.
We did not meet them or remember their characters, only animated eyes and part of their faces were seen.
They are so full.
Sister Mimica, mother of three daughters, is wise.
A colleague next to me suggests that while in the hospital, he doesn’t think much because it only makes the situation more difficult.
“You should,” he says, “sometimes be a little selfish in life, focus on the disease and go home.” No deep thoughts … “
The other, who has one more daughter (4), teases Nikola a bit with shorter and more measured questions about the hostesses.
It may sound pathetic, but these people deserve the highest praise possible.
Day by day friendliness on the edge of privacy. Without a raised tone, they react quickly and at any time.
The old man in the room (our pick, jokingly) calls Elijah.
– What do you need, Mr. Kovacevic?
– The goose is full.
– Immediately. And lie on your side!
Doctors – Maja, Jelena, Sanja, Darija, Milan, Danijela, Luka, Dušica, Aleksandar, nurses and technicians: Mimica, Marija, Milica, Maja, Marko, Miloš, Stefan, Sandra, Aleksandra, Nataša, Sunčica, Aki, Lidija, Sanja, Jovana, Snezana, Nina, Ana, Goca, Martina, Vesna, Dobrila, Jelica and Andrijana, forty patients are paying attention.
We call one Butterfly, the other Bee.
The waitresses are not far behind: Dara, Aleksandra, Milka, Violeta, Svetlana and Stanimirka.
The rooms are constantly being cleaned as well as the hallways.
The bathrooms are clean, there is always hot water in the bathroom.
Good food!
One Saturday afternoon, the hospital director, Prof., entered the room with a team of doctors and associates. Dr. Petar Svorcan.
He talked to everyone, asked about the “hero”.
She visited us two more times, and before the third arrival the sisters told us to tidy the room.
We think it was because of some politician. No. Dr. Svorcan enters with a team of doctors from other wards.
Now our good souls care about others. The staff is said to be “for ten” at other institutions as well. Zvezdara is, after all, special.
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