tuna fish in half and you find us orate e delfini. Ma se hai fame, tonno, orata o delfino, pesci sono e perchè mangiare solo il primo quando posso riempirmi la panza anche con gli altri due?
Le parole d'ordine in tema di diritto alla salute e sanità sono essenzialmente due: l'informazione e la libertà. Il diritto alla salute si basa dunque sul nulla, sull'utopia, perchè l'informazione e la libertà non esistono.
Esiste una certa informazione e una certa parvenza di libertà e un certo diritto alla salute.
Ma torniamo sulla tonnara. Accendo il computer e apro il browser. Sono una donna con il test di gravidanza con la doppia linea ancora in mano. E' positivo! Urrà! Sono incinta. And now I'm bring all your cabbage, because now I can tell!
cast my net from the trap: vu vu vu point google it, search: childbirth. Enter. And on the net falls on us all. From the site of doulas that www.epidurale.it and its share of painful sensory castrati, the new children are born with the placenta to the safety of home birth with a midwife in charge.
But I'm hungry for information. Why a real town free pregnant inform you. And the right to health is for the network of my trap.
So we slips around: tuna but also bream, dolphin, mullet, even a sperm whale and two giant squid that appear to have come from a novel by Jules Verne. In short l'intero campionario ittico con qualche esemplare da mitologia marinaresca.
La tonnara non la punto verso l'unico porto apparentemente sicuro - il ginecologo - perchè Repubblica e il Corirere della Sera e l'Istituto Superiore di Sanità sono anni che mi spiegano che i ginecologi sono marchettari che puntano a sventrare la mia ventresca e ad estrarmi chirurgicamente il pupo per ottenere un DRG più appetibile. O per far presto e tornare a giocare a ramino con le ostetriche di turno. O per gestirsi meglio il giro di clienti private.
Del ginecologo non mi fido. Non mi fido nemmeno del pubblico ospedale che si illumina d'immenso orrore ogni volta che finisce sulle prime pagine del giornale. Scazzotatte in delivery room, women Caesar's death, women's death delayed caesarean section but this time, in other words born of tragedy that always seem clumsy or greedy hands of money or a more generic and never well-defined poor health care.
Well, now that the network is so tense because of Pescioni bursts are satisfied. I am informed. Now I can give birth safely, quite certain that any choice will be a good reason, that my body and my party I will handle it in full knowledge and freedom.
Yeah, freedom. E 'certain that Article 32 of our Constitution is not in question. No one can be obliged to given medical treatment if required by law . And the law can in no case violate the limits imposed by respect for the human person.
Those limits them may violate the most direct question. Just being aware of them.
If I do not want a caesarean because they are convinced that the gynecologist is a prostitute, a woman is informed that his body freely managing pregnant? In Campania could be very likely, but certainly not in Friuli less.
And why only now that the pregnancy test gave me back a two-line I find myself a champion of freedom and Information?
How come until yesterday, when my egg he stood quiet without any splashing attrno the tadpole, the fact that my body was seized and maintained at will by others I can not created any disturbance of ethics?
not know about you but I have to stamp a card each morning. My body is obliged to come into the office no later than 9:02. If even a second late I have to recover 15 minutes. My body must therefore remain a quarter of an hour more nailed to a chair, his eyes on a computer monitor.
I like my job but sometimes I wish I had other clients, reached out to other jobs you can do, other corporate images to be treated. Or just want to be somewhere else or do anything else. But I've sold to the stamped and my body to my head. And I would not create significant problems. At least until I pay.
Information. time ago my computer was broken. An assembled cars that went fast, like a splinter. The port to repair and return it to me two weeks later. Diagnosis: video card game. The cure: a new video card from a hundred-odd euro. Total cost of the intervention: two hundred Euros.
A week after the computer for more signs of life. This time I bring to work and I do see a colleague of mine. Diagnosis, and controls the old video card (I had not thrown), a faulty slot. The care: isolation of the faulty slot. Intervening Cost: € zero.
Sure, I could save two hundred euro and a ton of time by enrolling in computer engineering at Padua, get his degree and settle down to me the computer, but there is the problem of the card to be stamped. And Analysis I and II are two bricks.
return on tuna rimettiamoci and the role of a pilot pregnant. If I look at the horizon I see many other boats like mine, all who sail in sight and all the nets full of fish from the most varied forms.
I see nothing else. And I'd like to see more, say well as some white coat sincerely eager to drive these boats to a safe harbor.
And I think to lead the words of Martha or the Moon or Marisa or Vito. Gynecologists, anesthetists and inns that will explain how it works there, in those delivery rooms sometimes dilapidated, small and narrow, crowded with women in labor. What are the difficulties of Public Health who has more money and who is organized in DRG and five-year plans. In short, behind the scenes that we can not see patients and pregnant women.
But it seems that the white coats are less free (but better informed) of us pregnant fishers.
Vito (gynecologist) writes:
Or you move in an organized (union) or risk, as some case studies show. The fact remains that all 'health authority, rather than counter-in-court and publicly to any allegations, made in any venue, was awarded the virtue' of violent act with arrogance in a legitimate way. How is this any way to hints of the health act 'of "our dear" Asl, run by managers appointed by political parties that, for solutions that satisfy both those who govern and those who' opposition, producing a mix of inefficiency, lack 'and lack of transparency that we would like to report, just happened.
Marta (Gynecologist), echoed:
Who lives the daily life of university and hospital environments where prevailing logic of power, numbers, etc., know that there are moments of great fatigue, which are ethically and morally you know you should stand up and fight etc., but also feel that you can not only Csapo of your health and well-being of family members.
I live in a professional environment where the climate is mafia, where some days I can not do nothing but work decently on my guard.
is not easy to involve women, who appeals to them is a gynecologist in private following the pregnancy, sometimes good and worthy person, other "prostitute" the worst kind.
Luna (anestesista) stronca la mia idea di blog-sfogatoi per medici stufi di ingoiare rospi e primari-baroni:
Geka credo sia molto difficile che un medico scriva un diario sincero ed aperto on line.....impensabile direi.
Barbara da brava storica ci indica l'orizzonte di aspettative:
Cari tutti, se non ce la fate neanche ad aprire un blog anonimo - con i soprannomi, le identità celate, ecc.. direi che possiamo andare tutti a buttarci a fiume (come si dice a Roma). Eh sì che ognuno fa il suo pezzetto ma non ci si può solo lamentare. Op, Op.. come dice la padrona di casa, certi sfoghi e certe parole aprirebbero gli occhi a many. Come on!
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