Upon arriving at the doctor's practice, the doors are closed and people are waiting outside. The practice is late opening, for some reason. Maybe this is because it is Monday.
A woman starts to complain, and there is no better reason for her complaint than that she has to wait for five minutes. Say that at least the weather is warm. She calms down, and says that she supposes that these things happen.
Go into the practice as soon as the doors open, and go to the counter. Present the small plastic card, the so-called health card, and tell the young woman that there was an appointment made months ago. She looks up something on her computer and says that it will be necessary to wait.
Wait in the waiting room, look at a large photographic print of a lump of salt apparently growing out of the water. Probably the Dead Sea.
Two minutes later, the name is called, walk up the long corridor. An old man bumbles across the way, let him pass. Then enter the room with the open door. A woman dressed in scrubs points out a bed to sit upon.
Roll up the shirt, she takes a syringe full of blood, and hands over a paper bag.
Come back next week, with an empty stomach, and they will see if anything is wrong.
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