Sex in the restricted area - alexander moiseevich poleev

31.07.2019

At the doctor's office, it is difficult to think about something unrelated to health. So, at least it seems. But here the doctor fills out your medical card, and you catch yourself thinking that he has beautiful hands. He offers to undress for inspection, and you suddenly blush. Forgetting your ailment, you view your counterpart with growing interest. You note that the doctor is an attractive man. This discovery confuses you. The roles are confused: the "patient" is pressed by the "woman". What's happening?

Our consultant is a psychotherapist:

"The reasons for the" abnormal "attitude of the patient to the attending physician lie in the subconscious. The fact is that no stranger can touch a woman's body without causing her feelings of guilt and remorse for the fact that she allowed herself too much. This is an absolutely stranger, about whom you do not know anything. But he can see you naked and can touch you. This situation is perceived by some women not as a necessary medical manipulation, but as a sanctioned sin, a kind of unpunished treason. "I allow him to do this. , because he is a doctor, I care about my health, "- says consciousness." I am pleased with what he does, because he is, first of all, a man, "adds the unconscious.

It is with this - the unconscious - perception of a person in a white coat that the myth that female doctors (especially gynecologists and surgeons) are rude and like to "make fun" of the patient is connected. This is not true. Just a set of unpleasant procedures that a woman does with a woman is perceived by the latter as humiliation. A man is another matter.

If you interview people "from the street" whom the patients most often fall in love with, then the most common answer would be "the gynecologist". A stereotype lying on the surface is triggered: gynecologists treat what is in the taboo, "sinful" zone. But in fact, gynecologists are only interested in women with a certain accentuation. For example, hidden exhibitionists: they endlessly go to antenatal clinics and are looking for male doctors. Militant spinsters are catching up in such a surrogate way (by condemning dirty sex, they enjoy pure medical treatment).

Unhappy married ladies who want to cheat on their husbands, but, according to their moral convictions, cannot do this, as if playing treason: "Aha, I undressed in front of a stranger's man, and we had almost everything!" But, I repeat, it is not gynecologists who are in the lead in the "rating" of patients' attachments.

Most often, the objects of passion are three categories of doctors - cardiologists, surgeons and psychotherapists. Why cardiologists? Because a sick heart is a noble, shameful disease. It is one thing to come to the doctor with a complaint of an upset stomach and discuss the stale herring eaten the day before, and quite another to sigh, complain about yesterday's quarrel with your boss and colorfully describe the sensations of arrhythmia.

Weakness of the heart is associated with sensuality, vulnerability of a woman. "It was tight in the chest", "blood rushed to the face", "it is difficult to breathe" - poetry, not anamnesis, right? In addition, cardiologists, unlike, say, gastroenterologists, ask the patient in detail about her personal life, intimate joys and sorrows, and the atmosphere in the family. Himself, perhaps, without wishing, the "heart doctor" becomes a heartfelt friend, a psychotherapist. Moreover, unlike a psychotherapist, he has access to the body: after all, a cardiac examination involves exposing the chest.

Surgeons are different. It doesn't smell like poetry, since the prospect of an upcoming abdominal operation can hardly arouse a woman, even with an insatiable sexual appetite. Excites something else: hands. A continuation of the eternal theme of the knight-savior with a sword chopping off the dragon's heads is a surgeon with a sparkling scalpel in skillful hands who will cut off everything harmful and save you. The "formula" of a surgeon approaches the formula of an ideal man: strong hands in the service of a knowledgeable head. "He knows how to help me. He will do something with my body, and it will become easier for me. These hands will save me" - and now the woman is ready to bow before this man, serve him, take care of him. Man's hands, by the way, are one of the most significant parts of the body for a woman. Speaking of "strong-willed chin", "broad shoulders" and other pretty nonsense, women are cunning. They just want to seem romantic.

In fact, the female gaze, first of all, slides over the hands of the man and ... the priest. And there is a clear explanation for this. On an unconscious level, a strong, massive (but by no means loose, fat) man's bottom indicates that in front of you is a real warrior, standing firmly on his feet. Likewise, the hands: you can be crazy about the thin pale fingers of the musician, but only muscular and slightly hairy hands can pick up, hold, squeeze, and protect.

Psychotherapists have a special place in this table of ranks. They do not need to touch the female body at all for the patient to breathe unevenly towards her doctor. They can subdue a woman (without wishing it!) By knowing about her. "I told him the most intimate, now I am completely in his power" - the woman perceives a series of psychotherapy sessions as the highest degree of trust.

Having told the doctor what she would never have told anyone in her life, a woman sometimes feels helpless and dependent on him. There is a regression: the woman seems to be returning to childhood, when the all-knowing dad came to the rescue in difficult times. She broke her knee - dad was right there, the neighbor's boy teased - again running to daddy. “How to live on, dad?” The grown-up daughter cries, and it doesn't matter that this question is heard not by dad, but by the psychotherapist. not to trust him, how not to fall in love with him - with half-daughter, half-feminine love, having finally realized the forbidden dream: "Let my father look at me as a woman!"

There is one more important point. Wrapped up by daily affairs and problems, rushing through life at full steam, a woman suddenly feels that no one is interested. No, of course, children love her, her husband appreciates her, she is needed by her parents and demanded by her colleagues. But these connections lack the most important thing - sincere, genuine concern. Everyone is accustomed to the fact that she is strong, independent, that, taking a sip of brandy or throwing a pill in her mouth, she rushes about her business, without burdening anyone or burdening her with pain. But after all, the pain does not go away, so I want, as in distant childhood, to whimper, to be capricious - and at the same time to be listened to!

Doctors of all specialties know well how, with an unexpected question, it is easy to provoke a patient to a real confession - with tears and revelations. "I feel bad, it hurts, I'm tired, listen to me, help me!" - this silent call is directed in all directions, but often only the doctor catches it. Indeed, it is his professional duty to respond to SOS! And the fact that professional participation is perceived by the patient as human is not his fault ...

It is interesting that women, having fallen in love with a doctor, in most cases do not feel any guilt towards their husbands, although for many this is the first (and often the only) "betrayal" in life. But it is doubly striking that the husbands of the patients look at the spouse's infatuation as if through their fingers, although if the rival were not a doctor, they would have torn him to pieces. Experts believe that reverence for the profession affects: both wives and their husbands perceive the relationship with the doctor as part of therapy.

Unlike other novels, women rarely make matrimonial plans for the doctor. Even having become the mistress of a beloved doctor (this happens) and having struck a strong relationship, ladies still do not think about marriage, being perfectly aware of the transience of the adventure.

The breakup of a love affair, of course, is sometimes accompanied by resentment and sobbing, but, as a rule, then friendly relations are established. Cases when a woman, after a relationship with a doctor, begins to hate him or receives trauma for life are rare. All the same, the doctor is not fully perceived by the patient as a real contender for the hero of the novel: the treatment ends - the hobby also ends.

The danger of a hospital affair lies in the fact that sometimes a woman simply does not want to get well, so as not to be deprived of the opportunity to see the object of her passion. Subconsciously, she gives the body a command not to recover, but to continue the disease. Some experienced doctors, knowing this, resort to drastic measures: in particular, referring the patient to another specialist. Actually, every doctor, feeling that his patient looks at him not only as a doctor, immediately plunges into a situation of choice: how to delicately and tactfully explain to her that a relationship is impossible without harming the treatment process? As for psychotherapists, these specialists have an unspoken law: as soon as a hint of "man" and "woman" appears in a relationship, treatment must be stopped.

It seems to me that the following facts will help a woman refrain from romantic attachment to her doctor: according to research by English psychologists, every 12-15th patient falls in love with a cardiologist, every 20th patient falls in love with a surgeon and psychotherapist. Of course, the lady at the same time believes that her feeling is exclusive and that only she has secret views of the doctor. In fact, we are most likely not talking about the chosen ones of a great feeling called Love, but simply about another dry line in the statistics of not such a rare phenomenon as "false falling in love with a doctor." Isn't that a reason to joke dreams of a "stormy, unearthly romance", or at least not to give them too much importance? "

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For a month now Marina has been in some unusual, surprising state for herself. For the first time in her life, she became a mistress: if a month ago someone had told her that this was possible, she would have laughed sincerely. For eight years she, a qualified lawyer, was married to a former classmate, who, by the age of 32, had defended his Ph.D. and was quite successful in business. Marina loved her husband, she knew that several of her friends were in love with him, fit and athletic, and he was absolutely loyal and faithful to her. The men also courted Marina, this gave her pleasant minutes - but no more. Her sex life with her husband was no longer as bright as in the first years of her life together, but she brought joy and satisfaction.

“And whose mistress have I become?” She asked herself. “An ordinary forty-year-old therapist of a district polyclinic, short, plump, with a noticeable bald patch on the top of his head, earning less a month than my husband - in one day. How it happened - I myself do not understand ... "But at the thought of Mikhail - that was the name of the doctor - the soul of the young woman warmed up.

About two months ago Marina breathed in paint during the repair, her heart began to ache, her head was spinning. I went to the therapist. He was sensitive and paternally attentive, he took an EKG himself, diagnosed arrhythmia, prescribed medications, and made recommendations. He offered to come every week. During the reception, he asked not only about health, but also about business, about life, and in his small office Marina felt somehow especially comfortable, imbued with confidence in her recovery. Mikhail's intelligent, attentive eyes aroused in her an extraordinary trust, which she had never felt in men. It seemed that this person feels and understands her like no one else in the world. Already for the fourth meeting, she walked as if on a date, and while sitting in an easy chair, she felt a pleasant heaviness in the lower abdomen - which had not happened to her for several years. The next time Mikhail listened to her with a phonendoscope, she herself pressed her chest against him. Misha gently kissed the nipple, the excitement became unusually strong, everything swam before my eyes ... "Come to me ..." - Misha said quietly.

In his apartment, she instantly threw off her clothes and during intimacy experienced one orgasm after another. She returned home with a great feeling of tenderness for Misha and without the slightest feeling of guilt in front of her husband. Love for Misha and sex with him seemed natural to her, like breathing, and she never doubted for a moment that they would last forever.

At first they met almost daily, and two or three hours of intimacy passed like one minute. Gradually, the meetings became less frequent, but the affection remained just as strong. They never remembered about pains in the heart.

Doctors and patients
What happened to Marina happens daily and hourly in tens of thousands of doctors' offices around the world. And now, as you read these lines, hundreds of patients fall into the arms of their doctors, doctors of all specialties, but above all - into the arms of therapists, surgeons and psychotherapists. Why therapists, and among them - cardiologists, are in the first place on this list - this is a special conversation.

In 1961, the eminent English cardiologist, Sir Thomas Crown, celebrated his 70th birthday and published a memoir that exploded in a bomb. Crown admitted that over 45 years of medicine he had affairs with almost two hundred patients, novels lasting from several weeks to several years. Considering that he treated the entire London world (including the Queen of England!), And the author's sincerity was beyond doubt, the scandal turned out to be terrible. Within a week he was stripped of all titles and awards, expelled (unanimously!) From the British Association of Physicians, of which he was chairman for twenty years. Two circumstances were especially shocking for both colleagues and the public: firstly, Crown did not regret his behavior at all, but, on the contrary, argued that the possibility of making love with patients was the main advantage of the medical profession, an advantage that he had realized since his student days. Secondly, he claimed that such novels were characteristic of all qualified therapists he knew, that this was a common practice, and he, Crown, was no exception.

In hot pursuit, psychologist D. Lawrence conducted an anonymous questionnaire survey among English male therapists (however, in those years there were practically no female doctors in England!). Of the five hundred doctors who filled out the questionnaire, 470 admitted that they had love affairs with patients, and most of them had multiple love affairs. Almost a hundred doctors refused to answer the questionnaire, which spoke for itself. The researchers were especially struck by the fact that not only experienced doctors, but also very young doctors, with an experience of 3 to 5 years, admitted to such novels.

Since then, similar studies have been carried out in different countries, among doctors of various specialties, and the results have turned out to be similar. The famous American psychologist D. Lester claims that in his country cardiologists have sexual intercourse with every tenth of their patients, surgeons with every fifteenth, psychotherapists with every twentieth. Parisian sexologist J. Petit is sure that in France these numbers are much higher, but, unlike the Anglo-Saxon countries, nobody cares here. In Russia, such studies have not yet been carried out, but believe my more than twenty-five years of experience: if we are lagging behind the United States, it is not much.

And more recently, a group of specialists led by R. Cohen studied the attitude of American husbands to the sexual infidelity of their wives and found out that husbands are many times more tolerant of romances between wives and doctors than they are of romances with other men, and are ready to look at these connections through fingers. None of the thousand surveyed said that, having learned about his wife's relationship with the doctor, he would have filed for divorce. Wife's health is more valuable than loyalty?

Patient
Who are these women who have sex with their doctors? Most of the time they are young, good-looking, and in no way frivolous and adventurous — although there are some. In recent years, they were studied by W. Rodman in the USA, J. Little in England, H. Stern in Germany and others. The most striking result of their research was the fact that for most of these women, the relationship with a doctor is the first, and in a third of cases, the only betrayal of her husband. A significant part of them were distinguished by their religiosity and were opposed to treason. Almost all of them admitted that the doctors did not take care of them, did not tempt them, that they themselves fell into their arms like ripe fruits from a tree.

About half of the patients described their feelings for the doctor as "the greatest love", and sex with him "as the best in life." Many argued that they did not experience such an attraction as to their doctor either before or after him, they did not even consider themselves capable of such a passion. Of course, there were unmarried women among these women, and they were characterized by the desire to marry a "beloved doctor."

Novels of doctors with patients have become so widespread that almost all professional medical unions include in their statutes a categorical prohibition on any "unprofessional" relationships with wards, even prohibiting them from marrying (!) For two years after the end of treatment. Medical associations ruthlessly exclude from their membership those who, in their opinion, "abused" the patient's trust, but ... human nature cannot be altered, and this whole struggle resembles Don Quixote's battle with windmills. The same D. Lester notes that, although at least two million American women have visited the doctors' beds over the past 10 years, only 17 (!) Specialists have lost their right to practice, and there were only 5 lawsuits, and even those only with gynecologists ...

When talking with women who are experiencing (or have experienced) such a passion, I never tire of being amazed at the intensity of the feelings that gripped them, and in devotion and dedication. They gave up the most important things, overcame difficulties and distances, just to be in the arms of the "man of their dreams" for two or three hours. Those of them who are married kept their novels in the deepest secret and did not admit them even under the strongest pressure: firstly, they value these novels much more than any others, and secondly, they do not want to cause trouble for their loved one. Psychologists - experts in the field of marital infidelity believe that sexual relations with doctors are almost always secret. In my practice, I have repeatedly come across the fact that husbands knew about the betrayal of their wives - but not about an affair with a doctor. This is how a drug addict, pressed against the wall, confesses to the investigator in everything, except for one thing: who supplied him with the drug. Love for your doctor is very akin to drug intoxication.

Temporary madness
The phenomenon that we are talking about has been studied by psychotherapists for a long time and they call it "erotic transference" - love and passion, originally belonging to the image of the father, are transferred to the doctor. Thirty years ago we used the term "sexual transference", but then everyone came to the conclusion that love initially arises - it is simply not so noticeable behind the heat of sensual passion.

You, dear readers, of course, the question arises: why did a powerful impulse of love arise specifically for the doctor, and not for the engineer, salesman or neighbor on the staircase? And here's why: in order for the stream of passion hidden in the depths of the soul to awaken, a combination of several conditions is necessary. First of all, the "object" should show paternal care and attention to the woman, and do this systematically. The medical, professional care of the patient is easily perceived by a woman's head just as paternal, professional attention - as personal. How many people have we met in our lives who listened to us so attentively, kindly and patiently, with such compassion, as a good doctor does?

Another indispensable condition is the transition of the patient to the child's level of feelings and behavior - regression. Without regression, no transference - neither amorous nor aggressive - is possible. But a person who is sick, suffering, who has come for help, looking at the doctor like an angel - a savior, will necessarily regress, even if in everyday life he or she is quite mature and critical. The stronger the patient's concern for her health, the closer the ordinary doctor is to the savior angel.

Regression is amplified many times over by the cozy atmosphere of the doctor's office: the more comfortable it is, the stronger it is; the softer the chair in which the patient sits, the more likely she is to become the doctor's mistress.

The personal characteristics of the patient are also important: how easy it is, how quickly the so-called. “a sense of reality,” that is, how quickly she begins to perceive medical help as a fatherly concern. If the “sense of reality” is fragile, then in the depths of the unconscious the doctor quickly turns into the Father, wise and omnipotent, and he gets a childishly all-consuming love feeling. In everyday interpersonal relationships, a man to whom, in principle, passion can be "transferred", as a rule, behaves in such a way that the possible perception of him as a Father is immediately corrected, extinguished as soon as it is born. In the situation of medical contact, the doctor seems to accept the role attributed to him, behaves in accordance with this role - he simply fulfills his medical duty, and the transference develops, gains strength.

In addition, sexual intercourse with a doctor for a woman is an excellent insurance policy: a lover doctor is always ready to come to her aid, you can call him at any time and ask for advice, he will prescribe all the necessary research, he will get the necessary drugs from the ground, in a word, will do everything possible for his girlfriend to get well.

Of course, "sexualized transference" arises not only to doctors, but also to teachers, university professors, supervisors, coaches, in general, to those men who, by the nature of their work, help a woman, take care of her. But in terms of the speed of occurrence, strength, and the degree of personality embrace, this passion rarely reaches those heights that the passion for a doctor. In addition, teachers, supervisors, and coaches do not often communicate with their students in private, and the presence of outsiders interferes with the development of the transference and brings the woman back to reality.

Why is it cardiologists who firmly occupy the first place in the number of novels with patients? The fact is that, like psychotherapists, they are interested in the personal and intimate life of a woman, try to penetrate the world of her experiences, so that between them and the patients there is that special atmosphere of trust that contributes to the emergence of affection. But, unlike psychotherapists, they constantly touch a woman's naked body, her breasts, and many do this very skillfully, exciting the patient. As a result, the developing "transference" is instantly eroticized, takes on a sexual character, and the romance emerges quickly and easily, like breathing.

Love or abuse?
When the sexual relationship between the doctor and the patient nevertheless becomes apparent, husbands, relatives, and even the medical bosses often accuse the doctor of "taking advantage" of the passion that has awakened in the woman, or even provoking it himself. But in most cases, there is no abuse, in the strict sense of the word, at all: the doctor himself has a very similar feeling for the patient, she seems to induce him with her passion even before the passion breaks out. Her unconscious directly, without words: with looks, gestures, body movements, communicates with the unconscious of the doctor, awakening in him a passion, albeit not so strong, before which he, a living person, cannot resist.

Drama comes only when the doctor's feelings dry up, and his girlfriend is still full of them: this happens quite often, because the doctor's feelings are deprived of that powerful nourishment from the unconscious that she has. Then there are resentments, and reproaches, and tears, but more often it all ends in friendly relations. In twenty-five years of practice, I have not met women who regretted an affair with their doctor, who remained in a grudge against him. Our friends understand that if this meeting had not happened in the doctor's office, they probably would never have experienced such uplifting, such burning, so they would never have known what all-consuming passion they are capable of.

In the next section "Personal experience" in the weekly "MK-Estonia", the operating nurse told about love affairs at work, about the peculiarities and whims of surgeons and about patients who were especially remembered.

I have been working in the operating room for over ten years. Before that, she was an ordinary nurse, then she became an operating room nurse. At first she worked in Tallinn, then she met love in another city and moved there.

The work is physically quite hard - constantly on my feet, operations lasting 8-12 hours, and despite this, the nurse must always be extremely attentive and anticipate all the surgeon's wishes. The head is down all the time, the neck is tense, and besides, sometimes it is very uncomfortable to stand - there is not enough space, equipment is everywhere.

In addition, there is a lot of fiddling with instruments and auxiliary material - sometimes very heavy boxes need to be lifted, sterility must be monitored, so that during abdominal surgery the doctor does not forget anything inside the patient.

Sometimes students come, they also need to be monitored so that they do not violate sterility, do not faint and do not interfere with the surgeon. Young sisters periodically appear. At first, they just stand and watch. Then they slowly begin to participate in the process, learn to wipe the tools, remember their names, which one for what, they train to serve them correctly.

Some people get sick from the smell of human entrails. Respirators and masks do not always help, especially if the person is sensitive. Then you just get used to it.

What is shown in the movies, of course, is beautiful, but sometimes it does not look like reality at all.

Complex relationships and competition

We don't really like new ones. Of course, we do not arrange hazing, but we can somehow play a trick on yesterday's student or play a trick on her. I myself do not relate very well to those who are younger: there is a lot of fiddling with them, at first a mistake on a mistake, and even male doctors pay more attention to young ones. They clap their eyelashes and make eyes. Given that some nurses have long-lasting romances with surgeons, they don't really need young competitors. Some have been married for many years, others have also been married for many years, but they have romances at work.

Yes, they don't talk about it too much, and relationships at work are not encouraged, but romance between a nurse and a doctor is not uncommon. Although the leadership categorically prohibits this, especially in such a responsible area as surgery, but no-no feelings and flare up.

The fact is that when people are together for a long time, they rub in. It happens that operations last 6-8 hours. You are side by side, a good nurse understands the surgeon without words and already knows in advance what instruments he will need and when.

And male patients are often glued. A nurse is one of the most common plots in porn films, and patients who are rested in the hospital often try to translate this plot into reality.

King and god

Over the years, I have worked with various surgeons. Some are very nice and kind, others are terrible boors. There are professionals, there are people in the mood. I slept enough, did not get enough sleep, problems at home or at work - for the unrestrained, this takes out on the sister. We listen to all his complaints, we fulfill whims, so long as the mood improves and there is no fatal mistake during the operation. Sometimes, even by the timbre of his voice, you understand what mood he is in today.

During the operation, the surgeon can freak out due to the fact that something does not work out for him. Or that my sister handed in the wrong instrument. Some take the instruments themselves, some ask for a specific instrument and with the word "please", while others stretch their hand and wait, and you must put what you need in this hand. Each doctor has their own favorite tools and approach. Ideally, each doctor should also have his own operating nurse who knows his peculiarities.

I had a couple of doctors with whom I developed good relations, I understood them without words. This is very important when the surgeon and the nurse are a close-knit team: when they have been working together for many years, during the operation, everything already happens harmoniously. Unfortunately, first one left for Finland, then the other retired. With the current surgeon, we seem to have worked together, but I still often remember those two.

TOP

I heard about the shortage of doctors, but I will not say that it’s such a disaster. Some hospitals really do not have enough doctors, although my colleague, who works in the capital, says that they do not have a special shortage of surgeons. And the capital's surgeons, who were kicked out of the hospital for their incompetence, often end up on the periphery.

Surgeons, in general, come across all sorts. It happens that you see that he is doing something wrong - through neglect, fatigue or negligence. After all, operations are both planned and emergency, when you are tired, but you do it anyway.

If a normal person - you can try to tactfully draw his attention to it. If not quite adequate, with great conceit - I personally try not to get involved with such, then it will be more expensive for myself. After all, a surgeon in our hierarchy is a king and a god, and it is not for some nurse to tell him something.

Behind seven seals

I read on the Internet about a colleague who was photographed along with parts of the patient's body - I think it was the spleen - and posted the photo on Facebook. At the same time, she also described the patient, who was quite complete, in an unflattering form, and mentioned some personal data. In my opinion, this is nonsense.

Personally, I never had the desire to take a picture with any human entrails, let alone post it on the Internet. That girl was young, still a student, and she probably thought it was cool. I read that she was later expelled.

We sometimes take pictures, but only to show the patient what he had inside. Some surgeons, I know, are also collecting their own collection on the sly, and then share their experience with each other.

We have interns and nurses who have just settled in, also take pictures at every corner. The management does not approve of this and categorically prohibits uploading pictures anywhere on the Internet. The authorities periodically review our pages. Personal information about the patient should never be disclosed to anyone.

When there was a clamor in the newspapers about the Ukrainian wounded, I called a colleague with whom we had worked for many years and asked her if what was written in the newspapers and on the Internet was true. She replied: “Sorry, we were categorically forbidden to discuss this topic with anyone. The management is already so angry that something has been leaked to the press. ”

And if any of the famous people gets to our operating table, I will not even be able to tell my family who was with us and what was sick with him. Even if it is the president of the country.

A trace in memory

There were several patients whom I still remember. One man had cancer, late stage. They performed an operation on him, the doctor opened it, saw that nothing could be done, and closed it.

The next day I accidentally walked by him, he stopped me and asked: "Am I going to live?" I don't know how he recognized me, we are in the operating room in hats, glasses and masks, only our eyes are visible. I was very sorry for him, but I could not tell him anything. I looked away and said that he had better ask the doctor. We cannot tell the patient anything about the state of his health.

There was also a cute blonde girl who needed a difficult operation. She was very afraid, and I held her hand until the anesthesia took effect. I don't know what is wrong with her now, whether she has recovered, but I often remember her.

In my practice, there were more successful operations than unsuccessful ones. Sometimes the patient comes and thanks the doctor - brandy, sweets, an envelope. Doctors usually give alcohol and sweets to nurses, and only a few share the contents of the envelope. One doctor did not share money specifically, but took the entire operating team to a restaurant and the whole evening we ate and drank to the patient's health.

Our salaries are small - in the country they vary from 3 to 6 euros per hour. I have never had 6 euros per hour. Taking into account the fact that we work the prescribed 160 hours a month, it turns out sparsely. Overwork sometimes happens, then the salary is higher. It happens that someone gets sick, and you have just finished your shift, when they call and say: “We need to get out, there’s no one to work!”. And despite the fact that I am tired, I do not feel well, or there are things planned for tomorrow, I cannot refuse. If I don't go out, how will the surgeon perform the operations?

People meet each other in different places, and it doesn't always look cute and romantic. We invite you to read the story of our reader Anna, which she herself called - "hospital love".

The beginning of the story

Once, after I ate meat on a fire on a student trip, I was admitted to the hospital the same day. I will not talk about my illnesses, but I was assigned a period of 2 weeks.

When they brought me to the hospital, I was examined by a young doctor Aleksey Yuryevich ... Lesha ... He is quite attractive in appearance, because of this I was embarrassed to answer his questions, since they all concerned my digestion. He looked at me with such a serious look, and the questions were completely inappropriate, as it seemed to me, to the point. “I wish we could meet in a different setting,” I thought.

All night he came to my room and checked me, it flattered me, and every time I tried to portray both beauty and ease on my face, although in reality it was bad. In the morning I was allowed to walk around the building, which I gladly did. I remember how badly I wanted coffee. Drinking, of course, was impossible, but to breathe in the scent of horror as you wanted.

There was practically no one on the top floor, so I wandered into the far corner to the coffee machine. There was a man sitting with a glass and looking out the window. He didn't even move. As I approached, I recognized him as my doctor. “It’s somehow awkward,” I thought. I had to say hello. And he didn't even react.

Well, if he doesn't want to say hello, don't. I sat down on the bench and lost myself in my thoughts. I glanced at him furtively. Apparently he had problems, since his gaze was stone, and the coffee remained in his hands, he did not even touch it.

He stood there for twenty minutes. Then he turned around and wanted to leave, but when he saw me he stopped.

- Sorry, I did not notice you.

- It's okay, it's even better that they didn't notice, I'm not in a good mood today.

He chuckled and I saw a smile on his face. I can't explain what prompted me, but I immediately said:

- Sit with me.

At that moment, I regretted ten times what I said. And he took it and sat down next to me. But we were silent. There was nothing stressful about it, I even liked being with him. Then he thanked me and offered to sit here together tomorrow.

Photo - A guy and a girl are sitting next to each other

Probably, for many it seems absurd - just sitting next to two strangers, but we felt good, just good at heart.

The next day I saw him in the same place and just sat down next to him. He thought about his - I about mine. So we came to our place for several days and were silent together. During this time, I got used to him, although we did not even talk.

After a week at our place, we spoke for the first time. He started. He said that he recently broke up with a girl, or rather she left him. He endures it hard and did not want to talk to anyone. We talked like friends, not like a girl to a boy. Perhaps he did not take me seriously because of the age difference, he is 6 years older, and I am a student too.

So they talked for an hour, then he had to go to examine the patients. Almost every day we met and told each other life stories. We both cried and laughed - shared everything that was boiling.

A turning point

On the last evening at the hospital, I wanted to see my doctor goodbye and I started to climb to the top floor. Suddenly I heard two people fighting. Due to curiosity and lack of entertainment for two whole weeks in the hospital, I began to climb more slowly. And then I realized that Lyoshin's voice was heard. He spoke to some girl in a raised voice. She watered him with mud that he was worthless and not capable of anything. I felt hurt for him. Unable to bear it, I went to the floor and, looking into her face, said:

- Who are you? She asked very angrily.

- I'm his girlfriend.

Photo - A guy and a girl together

She herself did not expect this from herself. Having uttered the words, I went to the doctor and took his hand, as if we were together. I was very afraid that he would pull back, and I would look stupid. The cats scratched their hearts, why I got in, would go my own way, and everything would be fine. But he did not move away, but even tighter took my hand. That girl was dumbfounded. Saying goodbye nasty things, she left. And we remained standing in silence, holding hands. He just said "thank you" to me.

It was late and only a few parts of the floor were lit. We went to our place, where it was dark, and talked for several hours. In the morning he took me to the ward, but I did not fall asleep.

The end is the beginning of a new

After I was discharged, it was hard for me that I could no longer communicate with him, and I was so used to him.

A couple of days later, an unfamiliar number called me, it turned out that Lesha had found my data on the card. We met and never part. He invited me to the park, we rode the merry-go-round all day, ate cotton wool and were happy as children. In the evening, walking along the river, he kissed me. I was pleased with his touch of lips, I felt in seventh heaven with happiness. We did not wait long and immediately came to live together. He turned out to be very caring, which I really appreciate in him. I hope we will succeed in the future.

Before visiting a doctor, and especially before an examination or surgery, a man is worried and nervous. But a woman does everything to look more attractive. She especially tries, if she knows for sure that she will have to pay a visit to a male medical specialist. Indeed, this is how it turns out: a good doctor will question and listen carefully to all the patient's complaints, touch, stroke, show a keen interest in her well-being. Therefore, quite often, women begin to feel anxious feelings towards their doctors, and even real love.

Symptoms and temptations

There is a category of representatives of the beautiful half of humanity who is extremely fond of getting sick. They go to the clinic as if they were going to work, constantly find symptoms of the most terrible diseases and tell the doctor about them in detail. Such women perceive doctors as almost a member of their family, although this is often hardly pleasing to him. Usually, these are married ladies dissatisfied with their intimate or emotional life, or single persons. As for doctors, they treat this differently:

reject such attention;
treated as a cost to the profession;
take advantage of the situation, especially if the obsessive patient is not bad-looking.

Is a hospital bed a bed of love?

Within the clinic, communication between a man and a woman can be called an erotic process, because it is directly related to the body. This forms a sexual charge among the participants in communication, which did not just flare up and go out. This is what French scientists say - well, who else! They decided to study the relationship between the pretty patient and the male doctor. The researchers found that in almost 50% of cases, this led to a long-term love affair. It turned out to be interesting that the emergence of sexual attraction is due to the specialization of the Aesculapius.

Cardiologists are among the leaders

Most often, women have an intimate relationship with cardiologists. This is not strange - they immediately touch the patient's chest, and if not with their hands, but with a stethoscope. That is, the entire ritual of the visit is already filled with eroticism. The second place among "doctors-lovers" is occupied by surgeons, to whom the ladies confidentially entrust their bodies, often stretched out in an unconscious state. In third place are soul healers, psychotherapists. To them, women reveal their most intimate secrets, which, of course, affects the blurring of the boundaries between the specialist and the patient.

As for gynecologists, although the fairer sex respects “their” doctors, they do not like them very much and are even afraid. Yes, and such specialists themselves see enough of women's "charms" in a day that they want to spend their leisure time away from them. The same applies to dentists - it is unlikely that any lady wants to kiss the one who recently put things in order in her mouth.

Husband, but not the attending physician

As already mentioned, a long romance can begin between the patient and the doctor, possibly marriage. But you should know an amazing feature: husbands do not want to treat their own wives. Therefore, spouses also prefer to seek help from other doctors. But what will come of this is unknown!

25 Nov 2014