Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Once a farmer ...

Once a farmer has brought me to his wife. "For the first nine months of her state of depression and it is time to think about suicide. She has arthritis. He is married, we are not very long ago. It hurts so arthritis, and she received treatment from orthopedist. I drove her to a psychiatrist, thinking, psychotherapy can help. All recommend insulin or electric shock. She really went to the fifth decade. It is her wish rebenochka, and orthopedist, said: "If zaberemeneete may worsen arthritis, and you are already difficult to move, so do not advise." Was it from a gynecologist, and said: "do not advise pregnant. You have arthritis in the severe form, but you could do worse. Razroditsya You can not. "

Her husband introduced her to me in her arms. I asked that she told me everything. She said that the pregnancy for her expensive lifestyle. "I'm really all knives from her hide," - her husband intervened. If a person decided to commit suicide, it is difficult to anticipate. However, there are many without delay, before it comes to suicide.

I said to her: "Madame, you say that pregnancy is more expensive for you life. Gynecologist is not advised. Orthopaedist not advised. Your psychiatrist is also at the same time. My advice: pregnant as soon as possible. If arthritis aggravated, would lie in bed and enjoy your pregnancy. When the time comes to give birth, you can resort to Caesarean section. The Act does not preclude this. The most reasonable solution. "

She quickly became pregnant, and arthritis polegchal. Depression was. Nine months of happiness - this is what has become for her pregnancy. Deliveries were uncomplicated, and the appearance of Cynthia, so she called my daughter, gave her much joy. My husband was in the seventh heaven of happiness. Unfortunately, when Cynthia was polgodika, she died. It took several months, and the farmer once again brought me to his wife. "It is even worse than before." I have asked my wife. It only solid: "I want to die. For what do I live? "In a very harsh form of meticulous, I explain it:" A woman can not also be so unreasonable. Dolgikh nine months you were happier than the woman in the world. And now you want to kill themselves and their memories of this happiness? So you can not. Six long months you are happy its Cynthia. And this memory of you, too, want to destroy. It is simply a crime.

Your husband brings you home and eucalyptus sapling suffice. You choose herself a place for planting. In Arizona eucalyptus grow very quickly. You call this tree "Cynthia" and will watch how you grow Cynthia. And dreams of the day when the two of you can sit in the shade of his Cynthia.

A year later, I visited the couple. The tree stretched very quickly. (I'm in the yard grew a tree height 20 meters, but he was only six years old.) Woman me glad. It was not riveted either to bed or to a wheel chair. Fluency went, arthritis has been relatively mild. Around her were flower gardens, taking up more space than the house. She showed me all of your flowerbeds, all sorts of flowers and gave as a gift the whole armful fragrant peas.

Most patients do not know how to think for themselves. They need to push in the right, efficient direction. Every grown it reminded her of the flower Cynthia, like eucalyptus tree, called the name of the girl.

I have not once used the treatment. I had a patient with an aluminum factory. He suffers from terrible pain in the waist. I made him talk about his pain on the family life of hard work, about to buy your dream house, the house of his dreams. He built this house out of love for his wife, but put it all to the last cent and have laid him, that to build. These are the payments on a mortgage of his terrible hardships. He admitted that most of the passing of what had been unable to implement the dream of childhood - to surround his house a beautiful white fence. "I do not have a single cent to buy the extra board. Yes if the tree was, I still can not put a fence because of his back. I wanted to paint it white, but without it my home and not in joy. Come to work, and I can only, that sit in the rocking chair. And if you sit down at the table starts to get sick of spin. "

"We still meet with you - I said. - But first I want you visited my friend, rheumatology. It must me a lot of money, and I will say that he does not take you card. We consider them. "

Rheumatologist was excellent specialist. He carefully examined my patient, and said: "organic change, I can not find. Simply, he is tired of the seriousness of life. "

I advised his patient: "boards for a fence you can not afford. And the dream lives for many years. Here is what I will advise you. Go-ka you at the warehouse Bikons Storidzh. They come in boxes of furniture, they unpacked and they have the mass of cast-off wood. And such places in the city lot, where the products come in a wooden packing. Turn there nasobiraesh material to his fence. A whitewash and even pennies worth. And will you have a white fence around the yard, watch and rejoice. Whitewashing will refresh, but money and will be gradually kopitsya. Then, too, and before it comes in oil paint, and a dream finally realized. " So he did, nasobiral boards and put a fence. Why not?
Still living in Phoenix, my son, Bart, decided to earn and save money to buy equipment for his farm. The company, in which he worked, receives a lot of goods in large boxes from birch planks. Bart assured the owner that gently relinquish packaging boards and make them all that will order. "You have dragged them to the landfill, it is cheaper than the whole cost," - said the owner. "Then I will find other uses for them," - said Bart birch and built a house. A lightweight yet built for your body covered truck, which he and his family traveled throughout the mountain states. People should work, I think.

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