1/5 PREDRAG B. 6 months ago on Google • 25 reviews
Dear
fellow
citizens,
I
usually
don't
do
this
because
I
am
also
a
private
person,
but
I
simply
had
to
share
with
you
a
very
unprofessional
and
unpleasant
experience
with
a
pulmonologist
in
this
office.
The
second
winter,
when
I
catch
a
cold,
I
don't
lie
down
and
the
mucus
remains
on
my
lungs,
so
it
bothers
me
for
a
month,
maybe
even
more,
and
I
decide
to
come
and
have
a
professional
help
me...
I
make
an
appointment
and
wait
an
hour
longer
than
the
agreed
time
because
the
pulmonologist
found
himself
in
a
conversation
with
a
grandmother
like
myself,
and
he
was
wonderful.
But
that's
not
a
problem
at
all,
the
owner
is
a
very
kind
person
and
seeing
my
wait,
she
came
to
offer
me
tea
and
coffee,
whatever,
with
a
very
polite
apology.
Kudos,
but
she
didn't
examine
me,
unfortunately.
I
had
the
honor
of
Dr.
Jadranka
Trobok,
who
I
do
not
deny
has
expertise
and
experience,
but
that
is
simply
what
a
doctor
needs,
and
something
more...
After
waiting
for
an
hour,
I
go
to
the
doctor
in
question,
who
probably
works
in
Kamenica
and
who,
after
40
years
of
work,
got
used
to
her
shaking
and
being
the
absolute
ruler
of
her
thoughts
and
words,
and
that's
how,
unfortunately,
she
spends
years
in
hospitals;
because
we
were
under
the
Turks
for
500
years
and
as
soon
as
someone
gets
a
position
and
a
uniform,
even
if
it's
a
porter,
ego
and
complexes
grow
over
the
years.
Well,
let
me
return
to
Ms.
Primarius
and
Dr.
M.Sc.
Fr.
I
entered
the
doctor's
office,
he
asked
me
why
I
had
come.
It
sounded
like
I
was
bothering
you.
I
explain,
he
neither
listens
nor
looks
at
me.
I
brought
the
lung
scan,
he
skimmed
over
it
with
his
eyes,
and
immediately
started
typing
MEMORY
I
GUARANTEE,
what
should
I
do.
She
came
to
the
conclusion,
since
I
said
that
I
had
problematic
tonsils
since
birth,
that
I
should
operate
on
them
now
at
the
age
of
50
because
I
could
die
from
them.
Then
he
measures
my
heart
rate
-
PULMOLOGIST,
where
he
says
that
I
have
rapid
heart
rate,
to
which
I
answer:
"yes,
I
have
a
so-called
sports
heart
since
birth
and
that's
ok".
She
addresses
me
in
a
very
unpleasant
and
reprimanding
tone
non-stop
as
if
I
am
10
years
old
and
not
50
years
old,
where
she
says
that
I
am
not
teaching
her
how
to
work
because
she
has
been
a
professional
for
50
years.
Nobody
takes
her
to
work,
but
I
just
said
that
I
didn't
come
for
heartbeats,
but
slime
in
my
lungs.
She
gave
me
instructions,
that
I
think
I
can't
do
it
until
the
next
new
year.
Instead
of
slime,
she
refers
me
to
her
doctor
to
operate
on
me,
of
course,
for
the
marbles,
and
then
to
immediately
make
an
appointment
with
a
cardiovascular
specialist.
He
makes
a
wife
for
himself
and
his
business.
He
treats
me
like
I
was
sucking
a
donkey
when
I
was
a
child
and
not
a
mother,
I'm
not
a
primarius
but
I'm
not
a
Neanderthal
either.
We
didn't
talk
about
the
lungs
for
3
seconds,
but
how
she
became
a
widow
at
27
years
old,
how
I
have
no
idea,
this
or
that,
seems
to
be
the
primary
for
everything...
The
lady
teaches
me
everything
about
life
and
where
I
spent
my
life
from
50
years
practically
on
the
street,
2
years
of
fighting
for
this
country
over
the
hills
and
valleys,
only
that
they
didn't
shoot
me
out
of
a
cannon
in
the
circus...
And
yes..
😊
AFTER
ALL
THAT,
AFTER
MY
WAITING
FOR
AN
HOUR,
NO
PROBLEM,
SHE
SAID
TO
ME
BECAUSE
SHE
EXAMINED
ME
FOR
5
MINUTES,
THAT'S
IT
DRZALA
LECTURED,
SAYING:
"I
HAVE
TO
SPEED
UP
WITH
YOU
BECAUSE
I
WAS
TAKING
A
LONG
TIME
WITH
THE
LAST
PATIENT!!"
so
this
is
nowhere..
My
land
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