Uma historinha legal para vocês, "Nurse Coxall's revenge", de Dawn Muscillo.
Está em inglês, mas vale a pena ler!
Nurse Coxall's revenge
Nurse Coxall had been running Ward 4 for many years. Her pride and joy was her own little office, scrupulously clean, its walls glistening with fresh white paint She sat at her desk, her eyes unseeing. Who was this new doctor anyway? Some silly kid fresh from medical school? What right had he to intefere in the running of her ward?
She had met him yesterday. He had driven into the hospital grounds and almost run over her. There were plenty of speed bumps to slow people down. Besides, almost everybody who worked at the hospital knew she walked through the grounds at that time of the day. "Are you all right?", he had said, getting out of his car. "I was paying attention." He seemed embarrassed. "Um, ma'am, I'm really sorry." She couldn't help smiling. "That's all right, Mr.-" she paused politely."Doctor-Dr. Green. I've just arrived, as you can see," he grinned. "Im taking over Ward 4"
Coxall noticeably stiffened, "Ward 4?" she echoed. 'Look, hop in and I'II drive you where you're going." They sat in silence and soon were climbing the dingy staircase leading to Nurse Coxall's little apartment. Once inside, she took off her coat. "Sit down, Doctor, I'lI make some coffee." Sitting and drinking the cofee, Dr. Green explained that he had always been interested in psychiatric work and when he had finished his studies, he applied for this post in one of the country's largest psychiatric hospitals. He had not expected to get the job, but he did, and without an interview.He told her of the changes and new ideas he hoped he would introduce. "For instance", he said, "the nurse on Ward 4 has been working there for ten years. She must have lost her identity to some extent. Her patients must be more like children to her than sick people." He leaned forward. "You know, Nurse, she is in danger of illness herself. Tomorrow, when I begin my work, I intend to move that nurse to a different ward. She may not realize it at the time, but the change wiII do her good. "
Nurse Coxall listened, a faint pink flush tinging her ears. The day had arrived. She looked around her office, She was going to be removed from this, her home, and placed among strangers. "No!", she screamed, and her fist came heavily down upon the desk, scattering pens into sudden life. Nurse Coxall's mind began to work. Now it raced. Nobody knows he is coming here except me. He said he was going to stay at a hotel last night and was coming straight to the ward this morning, before reporting to the Personnel Office. He had no white coat or identity badge yet. A diabolical smile drew back the corners of her thin straight mouth, "There is only one thing to do," she muttered, and rose and went to the door.
"Nurse," she called, "a new patient is expected this morning, a Mr. Green. When he arrives, bring him straight to my office." She looked down at the empty report paper she held in her hand. "It says here that he is paranoid and greatly confused; he thinks he's a doctor. Humor him, Nurse, I'll prepare a strong sedative." Going to the cupboard, Nurse Coxall took down a syringe and filled it with a cool orange liquid. She then took an empty file from a cabinet and began to prepare a written report on Mr. Green. She sighed. The ward was full of men, all confused, all insisting they were doctors. No one was ever going to take her ward and office away from her.
The ward was full of men, all confused, all insisting they were doctors. - Ou seja, não era a primeira vez... Scary!
Escrito por Philipe às 18h42
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