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May 6th, 2011

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Frog Prince: updated version :P

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Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] lion_son at post
В тридевятом царстве, в тридесятом государстве жила-была прекрасная, независимая, самостоятельная и умная принцесса. Вот однажды сидела она на берегу живописного пруда в зеленой долине близ своего замка, размышляла о смысле жизни и вдруг увидала лягушку.

Лягушка прыгнула ей на колени и сказала: "Милая, добрая девушка. Когда-то я был прекрасным принцем, но злая колдунья заколдовала меня, превратив в лягушку. Если ты меня поцелуешь, я снова превращусь в принца, и тогда, моя прелесть, я поселюсь в твоем замке, а ты будешь готовить мне еду, чистить моего коня, стирать мою одежду, растить моих детей и радоваться, что я взял тебя в жены."

Тем же вечером, легко поужинав лягушачьими ножками с приправами и бокалом белого вина, Принцесса тихонько хмыкнула и подумала: "Хрен тебе!"
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In a faraway kingdom lived a beautiful, independent, self-sufficient, and intelligent princess. Once she was sitting on the shore of a picturesque pond in a green valley near her castle, contemplating upon the meaning of life, when suddenly she saw a frog.

The frog jumped onto the princess' lap and said: "Dear, kind young lady. Once, I was a handsome prince, but a wicked witch has cast a spell on me, turning me into a frog. If you kiss me, I will once again turn into a prince, and then, my darling, I will move into your castle, and you will cook my food, curry my horse, launder my clothes, bring up my children, and rejoice that I took you as my wife."

That same evening, after a light supper of spiced frog legs and a glass of white wine, the princess quietly chuckled and thought, "There, take that!"
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The Nurse's Qualifications (late 1890s)

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THE NURSE'S QUALIFICATIONS.---The qualifications required to be a successful nurse are necessarily of a high order, and this applies not only to the trained nurse, but to her embryo sister who wishes to adopt nursing as a calling.

In the first place she must be not only physically, but constitutionally strong. She must be not only well formed, but must have certain powers of resistance. A girl, for example, who is subject to sick headaches, or who readily "knocks up," will never make a good nurse. The best type of nursing girl is one who is tall and strong, and who has a certain suppleness of movement. One who is accustomed to play lawn-tennis, who can ride, and skate, and row, makes the best material. If she can dance, especially if she is an enthusiastic dancer, it is a great advantage, for graceful carriage is a thing to be cultivated, and nothing is more distasteful in a sick-room than a suspicion of clumsiness. If in addition to being well formed she is favoured with good looks, it is all in her favour, for doctors readily recognise the influence of an attractive person in the management of refractory patients.

A nurse who aspires to rise in her profession should have a soft and evenly modulated voice, for harsh notes jar on the ears of sensitive patients. With regard to her general education she must be able to speak her own language correctly, and if she has a smattering of French and German so much the better. She should be able to write a good hand, and should have an elementary knowledge of how to keep accounts. Respecting her moral attributes, it may be said that a girl who has been brought up in a country parsonage, and has had little experience of the world, is hardly fitted for hospital work. In the wards she will be brought in constant contact with people of various modes of thought, and if she is unable to adapt herself to her surroundings, her novitiate will of necessity be a very uncomfortable one.

(Lots more here: enw.org/1895_Nursing.htm )
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Высоцкий - Песенка о слухах /Vladimir Vysotsky--"A song about rumors"

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Сколько слухов наши уши поражает!
Сколько сплетен разъедает, словно моль!
Ходят слухи, будто все подорожает, абсолютно,
А особенно - поваренная соль.

How many rumors assault our ears!
How many bits of gossip eat at our ears like moths!
There are rumors that the prices for everything, absolutely everything,
Will increase, and especially for table salt.

Rest of lyrics: )