фашистский

 In case of need and to save time making a second appointment eat nothing on this morning of the doctors appointment. Hear the son, active, getting his things ready for school, and see the light increase as the sun rises. It is strange to be resting when normally there would be activity, but since there is no eating in case the doctor wants blood for his laboratory, just rest and wait. As is usual these days, the son insists upon making his own breakfast.

Take a shower, get dressed, and be ready to go at eight thirty. The doctor's practice is not far away, and the appointment at eight forty-five should be a simple thing. There is activity everywhere on the streets, it is a busy Wednesday morning, even in the usually sleepy small town. At the end of the street there is a group around the entrance to the doctors practice, people in wheelchairs are being brought to the practice accompanied by their attendants. Let them use the lift, climb the stairs to the doctors practice. The receptionist passes over a plastic cup with a number upon it and gives directions to the bathroom and then the waiting room.

The waiting room has a television screen in it, it is full of the news of the atrocities in the Ukraine, Russian troops appear to have shot people on the street for no especial reason other than that they were there. There appears to be no doubt about this, the only denials come from Russia. Their claim is that the dead were there for propaganda purposes.This is unbelievable. 

Let us hope that the truth can be established without a shadow of doubt.

The doctor says that there is a serious infection and that he is not surprised that there is pain. The urine sample needs to be cultured, and then more can be said about therapy.

An antibiotic, and call back on Monday.