is a pleasant morning of a brand new spring. Temperature, neither too cold nor too warm, the day is bright, not be blinded. A gentle breeze, which is received in the face with joy. The newly awakened city bustles with the comings and goings of people: the university area has its own fauna, especially around the hospital, where workers are mixed with patients, students and other pedestrians of all kinds.
During the customary googlélica documentation process for the post,
I found this interesting revelation: we have plagiarized Batablanca!
I cross a street, and go through the back of hospital facilities, on a sidewalk where a long succession of bars have been doing quite well thanks to the lunch time of local workers nearby. It would be hard to guess what is the origin of these workers, if it were not for ... a moment, in that group of people one of them is dressed all in green ... at the next table, I can distinguish a middle-aged man with a white coat over their clothes ... another table there, not one but two, not three people wearing hospital gowns, I'm crossing over between the tables in amazement ... Nurses with his green uniform! Wait, some of them look a little more, kind of jewelry around his neck ... Oh, no! It is a stethoscope , hanging gracefully, reflecting the rays of the sun as it swings hanging from the ravages doctoral students who take lunch.
contemplating this spectacle, a succession of images and ideas fills my troubled brain, imagine, suddenly, the stethoscope falling on the dish patatas bravas, and Doctor of ajoaceite surreptitiously wiping with a napkin (yes, those napkins bars, which are in uncomfortable boxes with sharp metal edges and are made less absorbent material on the face of the earth). Then imagine the same stethoscope on the chest of an innocent young woman, as she wonders why you are entering auscultated want to go for some beers. I imagine the nurse also shed his uniform on a plate lace, jumped up and facing the ashtray (remember, on the terraces of the bars are still smoking, at least for now) and pouring the contents on it singed uniform, resulting in a curious mixture of batter and ash never, never entirely abandon that pledge. I see that nurse returning to their jobs, support packages on your lap while you sterile opening, ash and debris espolsando nail on the limpid and sterile (no longer) the operating room floor.
contemplating this spectacle, a succession of images and ideas fills my troubled brain, imagine, suddenly, the stethoscope falling on the dish patatas bravas, and Doctor of ajoaceite surreptitiously wiping with a napkin (yes, those napkins bars, which are in uncomfortable boxes with sharp metal edges and are made less absorbent material on the face of the earth). Then imagine the same stethoscope on the chest of an innocent young woman, as she wonders why you are entering auscultated want to go for some beers. I imagine the nurse also shed his uniform on a plate lace, jumped up and facing the ashtray (remember, on the terraces of the bars are still smoking, at least for now) and pouring the contents on it singed uniform, resulting in a curious mixture of batter and ash never, never entirely abandon that pledge. I see that nurse returning to their jobs, support packages on your lap while you sterile opening, ash and debris espolsando nail on the limpid and sterile (no longer) the operating room floor.
But my views have also fearful symmetry: guess that doctor who takes a quiet coffee while reading the free newspaper (publishing official sponsor of any lunch during work hours that price), reads, as I say, quietly, forgetting that a few minutes ago bronchitic patient has coughed very close to the same beat that now lands on the table where, minutes later, he lay a couple to be happy cuddle between minced and chopped a potato salad seasoned with succulent Mycoplasmas.
first thing that cause these images is an absolute outrage, of course: who these people are believed to play well with the hygiene of the places public, especially in places devoted to leisure Gourmet? What show responsibility towards their workplace, that temple of cleanliness and sterility to be a place of healing and care as a hospital?
But I must calm down, I think. There must be an explanation. I've never worked in a hospital, so know the customs that should be in terms of clothing, and their rules ahead of going out with her. Maybe just me is basing on my personal experience, because in my work also takes her robe. And in my work, I am in daily contact with all kinds of organisms and substances harmful to health, hence the use a gown to avoid contact with them. Caution is twofold: if I leave the lab, I leave my coat behind me as it could lead traces of these substances and spot other places, or worse, other people. I can not imagine that in hospitals is very different reasoning. Which makes me pose other possible explanations: one, could be that the daily tedium to disrobe every now and then finished by making users desist, and pure laziness to go to lunch without regard robe. Second, somehow, in the hospital world the show at all times to coat is an unmistakable sign of rank and authority, and doctors look for demonstration that are neither nurses or technicians, or anything else: they are DOCTORS (no eye PhD; not confuse). Go out with her robe open, which proudly waving flag. Either option seems so absurd in itself, I actively seek alternatives: I can only think that the need for nurses and doctors to be covered by the gown is such that they have chosen to leave only fair play to lunch outside the hospital. Hygienically be logical, although rationally stupid.
It may criticize me - I reflect, almost coming to my workplace and must settle the question - I am having no in mind that gowns and uniforms so reviled could be perfectly clean, the second option mentioned above, if true, would imply a total and absolute hygiene (provided, of nuances, upon returning from lunch were automatically discarded garment before entering contact the hospital and its patients) without me knowing. And there, I realize right away, lies the crux of the matter: I can not know . Lords attacks, I do not know where has your gown or where will be. But that pledge has been invented to avoid contact with beings and substances potentially harmful, uncomfortable or simply disgusting to humans and therefore correlated with a sense of revulsion, disgust and unhealthy. It is, therefore, morally healthy wear it in an environment close to the intake of food. And this being very strict, and it also blows me apetecería meet people on the bus, cinema, or bowling.
So taking advantage of this open discussion forum is a web site, launched this question as absurd reflection with the hope that someone meets me once and for all the question of why it is so assumed that the vicinity of hospital facilities and public places to ride near people, smoke, eat and drink wearing a dress that is designed main function (if not only) to serve as a receptacle for scab. Arguably is a garment designed to wear on dirt, not society.
Until you get that response, I will very proudly reciting the motto I read in one of the laboratories of the faculty (of Medicine, precisely) in a nice poster illustrated by Ortifus for prevention campaign risk of Universitat de València :
(translated into Castilian would be "The sandwich, no gown")
A rhyme so simple that looking back I realize you do not need to read more than the title of the post to understand what that meant, since a blog is the worst enemy of the ability to synthesize .
What you eat lunch right.
And if not, prepare to suffer the righteous anger of Batam.
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