When my sister and I were young,
we often played doctors. At first I treated her, and my sister portrayed the patient, then we changed roles.
My sister was younger and didn’t have a good imagination, so no matter what imaginary diagnosis she made, she always added meaningfully: "It's all from the nerves, I’ll prescribe good pills for you ... get better." And so constantly: heals a leg - it’s from nerves, a headache - from nerves ... And for a long time it treated me like this for more than a year.
Many years have passed since then ... We grew up, had our own children, we had already had real, not fictional sores ... And, once, when I was visiting my sister, she felt bad ... It seems that the pressure jumped a lot: sister got sick. I put her down, called an ambulance. The doctor arrived, listened, measured the pressure, gave her a pill ... A nurse was sitting nearby, filling out a map; I stood with documents and further the epic dialogue of my sister and the doctor:
- Doctor, what's wrong with me? Why had it become so dramatically bad ?!
“It's hard to say, but it seems like everything was from the nerves ...”
My sister and I started to laugh wildly ... just sobbing ..
No comments:
Post a Comment