warnings: not a post about poor health care ...
morning, fasting, later in the laboratory in front of the house for a blood test ... tell me that the required exams would have cost me over € 80 and I honestly recommend you go to the hospital for the mutual benefit ... as some know the sacred fire of saving at any cost to me is so poor that I could not even light up a cigarette ...
I was amazed at myself and try to still stunned by fasting go to the hospital ... front row ticket to the cashier to pay, spent 10 minutes in the middle of a lot of people use to feed on human flesh and I feel I must respond that go directly to the passage of analysis ... the second row with a little note encouraging and only 20 numbers from the call display, 50 minutes spent in the middle of two dozen people, including elderly couples with the suit of the party, people living alone escaped from the Springfield Retirement Castle and by so much sadness ... and I feel that more than meet the requirement of specialist should I bring prescription from your doctor and register for the levy from 10.30 onwards ... were 9.50 and of course I had no intention to wait over half an hour for a stupid book that could to get up now ... heels like a decrepit nonagenarian muttering, cursing the government of Burkina Faso and in the throes of confusion evident from hypoglycemia, I'll be ready to ease the departure of more than 80 € ...
admits to not being very patient for these things and only these things, I admit to be a fool who does not know how these things work and requirements of recipes, but I made two calculations and I figured I should:
- get me the recipe of the doctor;
- go to the same horrible corridor from 10.30 on any day for a book in the collection do not know what day I do not know what month of what year I do not know;
- go for the levy on the day appointed with attached tail between my Bacucco peers with whom to converse amiably minimum pensions that are no longer enough;
- to pick up the report on the day fixed by them with adjacent tail between my peers Bacucco friendly conversation with them than we were better off when we were worse;
- die of old age.