turn up the pressure for a saint.
Centro Habana, Havana, March 24, 2011, (PD) I have a friend who was declared hypertension since I was 25 years. Has directed you to take 25 mg of enalapril daily, so the pressure does not rise when upset or nervous. But often there is no medicine in the pharmacy where it belongs purchase. Place it is just luck. Perhaps pharmacists do not feel like work and not help you locate it. Recently an employee, while sipping a strawberry ice cream, said: "Neither the look, which is missing in all of Havana because of the blockade." But my friend found the drug at another pharmacy, less than five hundred meters.
few days ago my friend came to the Emergency Department of Policlinico "Nguyen Van Troi, Central Havana, with high blood pressure: 130 to 180. A long line waiting for the doctor. When my friend began to vomit, his wife knocked on the door of the office to alert the doctor. This reacted annoying. He gave her a pill and said curtly: "Take it and wait." My friend sat a while to wait his turn, but the stench coming out of the bath increased his headache and vomiting caused him more. A nurse noticed the seriousness of the matter and under his responsibility, he sought another doctor without thinking, as oxygen in the room comments and pointed to a drug that was effective.
below right photo taken Spring digitial, a Psychiatric Service in Cuba, do not know what it is.
The next morning, returned to the guardhouse to check the pressure. The doctor said, "You've got is that you have not eaten breakfast." He went his way.
My friend decided to go to another Polyclinic. When he was leaving, entered an emergency: a man with respiratory failure. A nurse tried to revive him with blows to the chest. He did not contact any of the Physicians less than five meters patient consultations, as if he heard the screams of the dying man's family.
My friend went to the Polyclinic "Martyrs of Carinthia, in El Vedado. The guardhouse was empty, the consultation closed. Through the center with no results. He looked like a ghost camp. After twenty minutes, a physician appeared stripped to the mohican style heavy metal listening with headphones. After taking blood pressure medication and told him casually recommended to give "turning around" and return an hour later. With his discomfort on his back, my friend was in search of nurse for treatment, but she gossiped on the phone and complained of the scoundrels who are all men. When you prescriber, faced fierce told: "Boy, what you can not expect me to finish talking?"
my friend says his recent experiences, which are enough to raise your blood pressure to a saint , have convinced him that his problem is not so bad, he will die of anything other than hypertension.
* freelance journalist. Lives in Centro Habana, Ciudad de La Habana, Cuba, and works with digital Primavera.
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