Hello! I'm Valeria, and my workdays are adrenaline, quick decisions, and moments when seconds matter. But outside the hospital, I don't save lives, I look for someone to save the evening.

What does a typical day look like?
— Morning: coffee that gets cold while I check the equipment.
— Afternoon: balancing between "everything is under control" and "oh, that's it."
— Evening: dreaming of a person who won't faint at the words "intubation" and "central venous access."

What do I value in people?
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Sometimes my work day ends not when I leave the department, but when I sit down on the couch, close my eyes and understand: I am no longer a doctor, I am just a woman who wants warmth.
Recently, tired after a night shift, I ordered a pizza and arranged for myself a “day without worries”. And suddenly - a call from a patient whom I saved a couple of weeks ago. He just called to say “thank you”.
And you know, at that moment I realized: sometimes simple words heal better than an IV.
And when was th...

Sometimes you just want to drink coffee in silence. Without phone calls, without emergency situations, without phrases like "Doctor, my temperature is 37, is it urgent?"

And then my mother calls and asks:
- Valeria, do you even eat?
- No, Mom, I live on adrenaline and sarcasm.

Sometimes patients tell me: "Doctor, you are so beautiful! Why aren't you a model?"
I answer: "Because models don't hear the phrase: "Please take the catheter out of me.""

A doctor's job is not about a white coat and TV...

There is one thing that tests my mental stability every day - the elevator call button. No, not at work, but at home, in an ordinary entrance. Why, tell me, is there always a person who presses it... and then three more times in a row, as if the elevator will hear better?

Today I was standing with a neighbor. He pressed the button, it lit up. After 3 seconds - again. After 2 - again. I asked:
- Do you accompany it with a spell or just check the pressure?

He looked at me very seriously and said...