So, friends — today will be a great and interesting post about how people were humiliated in the Soviet polyclinics. I’ve written several posts about how to humiliate ordinary Soviet people faced in stores, queues and even in the registry office, and decided to write a separate blog post about humiliation in Soviet clinics are faced by almost everyone who lived in the Soviet Union.
Medicine in the USSR were considered “free”, while in fact, no was not free, but the attitude of the patients was appropriate — everyone who came to the clinic, faced with an infinite number of minor humiliations and often left there, as if spat upon. However, life in the Soviet Union developed their reflexes, and the majority of people living in the scoop of people simply did not notice this, living by the principle “don’t be afraid come on, come on don’t cry.”
So in today’s post — a detailed and interesting story about the humiliation in the Soviet polyclinics. In General, make sure you check out the article below, write your opinion in the comments, and of friends added do not forget. And telegram channel also subscribe)
In a country of free medicine.
First a few words about how it was arranged medical care in the USSR. Exactly the same as “free” apartment, medicine in the Soviet Union was also considered “free”, but in fact was not — the money for a “free” medicine was calculated from the taxes of the citizens. Citizens worked in factories, producing a useful product formed of the GDP and the country’s budget — then where the money came “free” apartment, medicine and education. In short, everything happened exactly the same as “damned capitalism”, except for the fact that Soviet citizens were not aware of how much tax they pay and what they are.
However, paid clinics were in the Soviet Union “absolutely free medicine.” These clinics were few, but they were, of course, was served in them are not ordinary citizens, and those who had money and connections. In paid clinics often took doctors of the highest level, professors of medicine, etc., and the quality of obslujivaniya there was a disproportionately higher than normal. In the photo — recipe of 1965, prescribed in such pay Soviet the clinic:
What was all the rest of the citizens who had money and connections, as well as “their” doctors? Had to make an appointment in the usual district clinic, in which ordinary citizens had to face numerous humiliations.
Humiliation in the Soviet polyclinics.
Actually, all the humiliation, which I will discuss in this section stem from the same Soviet “fake free”. As I have written above — in fact, Soviet medicine was no “free” it was paid for with the taxes of all migrant citizens, but nominally it was considered to be free — and this is very much poisoned relations between patients and staff clinics. In the air as it is constantly vital that the whole staff of the polyclinic has a huge favor to the patients, paying attention to it, and patients don’t appreciate rude, all hodyut here and hodyut, and what their houses do not sit still!
Closet and Desk.
As in the Lviv café for masochists called “Masoch”, the humiliation of the Soviet patients of the clinic would begin at an entrance — the person who opened the door to the clinic and made two steps from the door to the side of the registry immediately met with cries from the wardrobe — “mosswine! Donate clothes, then you tell us microbes that you want scatter?” Jackets and coats in the Soviet polyclinics, for some reason thought the main carriers of germs, and the wardrobe — the only place of protection from them. The order to hand over the jacket always sounded harsh and often rude — you are “free” here is empty, what you want!
After receiving the cold metal of the numbered patient was sent to the so-called the reception Desk — where he kept his medical card. In the best case, the registry was separated from the patients by a glass wall, and at worst — had just a small window placed at the level of the genitals of an adult person, and to communicate with the woman from the registry had to bend in three deaths and five or six times to call his name until she finds your card. Rummaging on the shelves with dozens of similar cards that my aunt had finally found your obamaconomy card, and then with an acidic kind of gave it to you, or said “go, bring it!”.
The entire staff of the wardrobe and the registry has always worked very slowly, with some constant doom and anguish, but also was in constant combat readiness to start to be rude in response to some explicit request or just questions.
Passing the jacket with bacilli in the closet and getting your hands on their zatreanu card, the patient went to the doctor’s office. Near the office is always (always!) there was a queue of 2 to 10 or more people. Depending on the kind of reception could be “live”, “coupons”, and “mixed”. Live turn called the usual place, as in the store who came before — the first goes to the doctor. Queue coupons called all of those who have the coupon on reception to the doctor with the specified time and mixed ocherd was the name of that where were “talonite”, and “live” — they took place or alternately, either the doctor himself called them one by one.
In the queue has always been a mess. “Live” to figure out who they are early and generally who is eligible for an earlier appointment. “Talonite” also fought constantly, often time of admission were displaced, and newly arrived neophyte a chance to “18 hours” the whole place is loud and not always politely explained that he will not 18, and 19, as now accept those who come with a voucher for 17. “Talonite” always hated “live” — counting those charlatans and swindlers who did not care about the time of the appointment in advance, but most of all hated those who ran to the office screaming “I just ask” or “I just put print” — hated them all together and tried not to miss in office and strongly push out of the door out — why the study was one of the active “waiting” and strictly followed the procedure. In General, the abuse and the showdown was very typical for any Soviet turn and the clinic is no exception.
There is still need to write that to take the coupon on reception to the doctor it was not so easy — in clinics were always busy telephone, sometimes at the reception just didn’t pick up, but sometimes coupons are just not there. One of my vivid childhood memories was those endless calls to the children’s clinic — I have a fever, and the mother endlessly rotates the disk of the phone, trying to call the doctors.
In the doctor’s office. Paper. Infrastructure.
After the humiliation in the locker room, the reception and in turn, the Soviet, the patient finally got to the doctor, where much depended on, in fact, the doctor. I will not write a lie in the Union had a lot of really good doctors, humanists and enthusiasts, but in General, therapists were very mediocre level, which is also quite formally communicated with the patient.
Contributed to this situation, first, the relatively low salary of doctors (especially in comparison with developed countries), and secondly — the extreme degree of congestion of a doctor who had to take a day for 20-30 or more patients — which of course, affected the quality of reception. The Cabinet usually sat the doctor and nurse who were responsible for completing paperwork and prescriptions, and the reception was a time limit of an existing queue — which also affected the quality of reception. If your doctor prescribed a particular prescription or a certificate — the patient has had more time to go to the reception Desk, bow your head at the window “to rubber stamp” and get to help print clinic.
A few words should be said about the infrastructure of the clinic — most often, the interiors of Soviet-type polyclinics looked terrible. If the rear was old — that on a sagging floor boards were definitely with red linoleum, through which appeared the same humpback boards, the light in the corridors was dim, the walls — painted with oil colors on the walls instead of paintings hung homemade posters about the different sores, which reinforce the already oppressive atmosphere. In the bathroom have leaking or one tap of the sink, or a toilet, the water was only cold, doors didn’t shut, the sink lay a small piece of dark brown smelly soap.
In General, the Soviet polyclinics were very unpleasant “official” place that resembles a prison, which clearly shows what looks like “free”.
The view “from the other side.” Instead of an epilogue.
At the end of the post I want to write a few words about how Soviet medicine looked “on the side” — that is, not patient and doctor. I have a few friends who in Soviet times worked in the health care system — and always remember those days with a shudder. The workload of the Soviet doctors was huge — the local doctor had any weather to serve large areas, running on the floors to bedridden patients. Those doctors who sat at the reception, was also overloaded — all these lines appeared out of nowhere, and due to the fact that the clinics lacked physicians.
The salary of a doctor is not depended on the number of patients, if in a capitalist system, the doctor, taking 20-30 or even more patients per day, earned a lot of money, then in the Soviet clinic, he received the same “average salary” of 120-140 rubles. Add to that constant paper writings, all sorts of checks from the Ministry of health — and you will see that the life of the average Soviet doctor was not sugar, and it, too, can say, was a victim of this system.
Do you remember the Soviet clinic? What can you say about them?
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