Friday, 2 August 2019

stairwell

Climb the concrete stairs to the doctors practice. It is a house rebuilt crudely, the stairwell has no natural light, it is fluorescent all the way. The dim green light and concrete stairs. All very 1970's , depressing and cheap.
The name of the doctor is on the door, the two men who ran the practice originally with a brass plate, and the woman who joined them with a piece of paper fixed there with adhesive tape. Try the door, carefully. It opens, and there is the reception area. There are two young women behind the counter, one is dealing with a patient, The other one, she is wearing a pink shirt, says hello and indicates the door of the waiting room.
The waiting room is a room of about twenty square metres, facing south, it heats up during the day. As it is only ten in the morning now, it is not unpleasantly hot yet, and all the three ventilators in the room are running. There are few people waiting.
Sit down in the middle of a row of unoccupied seats along the wall.  An older man, hunched forward, comes into the room and sits down in the same row, one seat away. He has short cropped brown hair, and is unshaven.
After a short while a voice coming over the  loudspeakers on the wall requests the pleasure of a Herr Doktor somebody or other and the man gets up,  and makes his way out through the door again.

Then there is another call, and that is it. Get up, return to the reception area. A freindly young girl in a  pale blue shirt indicates that she wishes to be followed. Go down the corridor, and enter a small room with a fitness bicycle in the corner. The shirt has to come off, and then lie down on a couch. Suckers with tentacles leading from them are attached to the skin, the young girl is fast, she knows where all the leads have to be attached, There is a screen beside the bed, watch as all  the lines show a multiple barograph of the heart's performance.

Another medical checkup, the biannual one. There will be sonography too, and blood pressure will be measured, blood taken.
Again.
For a different purpose this time.
Also, the blood bank people turned the blood down two weeks ago, on account of it's not containing enough hämoglobin. Or something like that.

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