That liguid gunge prescribed by the medicine man to clear the entrails yetsterday worked, and it worked, and it still works this morning. Feeling strange and week, and hungry, get up, put on clothes, and visit the bathroom more times than can be imagined.
At eleven, start to read the instructions on the package for the second dose of doctor's brew. It is all much the same as the first dose, two packages this time. It tastes revolting, and gets worse as the four little glasses empty. They say it is to be divided into four portions without really giving a reason.
The internet collapses, there are complaints unisono from the wife and the son. The son makes frantic efforts to find the cause, but the cause is probably to be found in the intestines of Kabel Deutschland or Vodafone or some such organisation. At one there is a telephone call and a request to turn up at the practice early, it is a matter of half an hour. Say that this is no problem, and take a shower.
The practice rings up again, and the call is cut off in the middle of a word.
They call again, and ask if it is sure that they may begin half an hour early.
YES!!! Starvation and constant running with the runs leads to a short temper.
At the practice, a friendly greeting and a check of all the papers. Then the request to sit down on the seats in the corridor outside the treatment rooms. Five minutes wait, then a young woman in scrubs directs her new patient to a small cabin, puts a clothes basket on the floor, hands over a pair of most sketchy underpants and gives instructions to undress, put the clothes in the basket, and to put on those underpants. Do all these things, then answer her call, go over to a padded bench. A needle is applied, the doctor comes in and says hello, the nurse says that number two is in
The young lady says good morning, her sense humour getting away with her . A different room, and the inspection is done. The doctor comes in, and says that there was nothing out of the ordinary.
Everything ok.
The nurse says that there is a cup of coffee and a pretzel waiting at the reception, if wanted.
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