There was a small Christ on the wall of the room. Hung up and crucified, as rightly expected to be a Christ in a hospital. And there was a moon pledged to escape the embrace of the deadly fog that hung over the city. Those were my points of reference: to the moon volarmene away on one of those brooms in hospitals and never miss the Christ to vent my anger on someone, and my despair.
anyone in high places, the Master of Masters ...
Why disease? Death has a way, the tour concludes: birth, growth, reproduction, and then death. But the disease is not logical, especially the condition of the chronically ill is absurd. E ' an 'absurd and profitable inventions and the hospital has its own theater, the temple that houses his chilling performances. Broken into pieces we scrutinized, invaded by cannula, inserted into rotating casings, fast facts, subject to interrogations in which they ask questions, but do not expect answers, you decide fate ... Then
- teaches business administration - will standardize procedures, patients are classified as: those quiet, mangy ones, those who already have a foot in the grave (but no illusions, we can, we must stay alive though apparently dead.) The statistics have to give satisfactory results, the hospital company has to work if nurses - overworked - sometimes wrong medicine, doctors take turns, so each of them knows just something that evaluates the patient according to his own yardstick, and who constantly see is only the bed partner who - as in the trenches - down with the near relations of those who share the same war.
- teaches business administration - will standardize procedures, patients are classified as: those quiet, mangy ones, those who already have a foot in the grave (but no illusions, we can, we must stay alive though apparently dead.) The statistics have to give satisfactory results, the hospital company has to work if nurses - overworked - sometimes wrong medicine, doctors take turns, so each of them knows just something that evaluates the patient according to his own yardstick, and who constantly see is only the bed partner who - as in the trenches - down with the near relations of those who share the same war.
Then there are the diagnosis on which therapy is based. You are suspect - reading your-whether it's another patient, but you look good and say it. Also because it would be useless as the teachers, the category that you are familiar with having been part, doctors are never wrong when it happens and their mistakes if they swallow the earth.
you treat the piece pertaining to them: in my case the brain. And the rest? The stomach hurts, his stomach twisting? The spasms that haunt you? Does not concern them, are not gastroenterologists and your condition does not include spasms of this magnitude. Stains such as urticaria? "On his return home to go to a dermatologist," and "move, not s'impigrisca" and while trying to explain that you do not stand up have already left the room as fast as elves, and you fell back on your bed of pain and look at Christ and if you think the laugh, knowing that cast out the merchants from the temple would no longer make sense because the merchants and their temples have conquered the world. Now.
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