And in the waiting room: everyone carrying some ellipses. All convinced that life, in a matter of seconds, can become a serious thing – I say ellipses, wouldn't it be better to write questions? -; yes, the future swinging pending some tests.
Due to astral conjunction, winters are prone to filling CAPs, hospitals and clinics with misty citizens. Only poets, sorry for the comparison, and skiers like the cold, the unpleasant air and the post-sport alternation... To the point: in the consultation, as if floating, a warm vapor of amniotic fluid. Another climate, another vital rhythm. Viruses, bacteria, microbes... a bad scene of incubations that, when necessary, the doctor will prescribe.
A waiting room is another peninsula. More looks seeking complicity than words. Those who are accompanied whisper their own inconsequentialities and assumptions about the other patients. “I don't think this lady has the same thing as me.” “They may call them before us.” And comments like that. But as in a waiting room the clocks have a different rhythm, the delay slips through confidence and supportive commentary. It will be because we are right because we are many. Democratic principle where there is one. “This year they say there is much more flu.” “I don't know, but I can't stop sniffling.” “Does it also happen to you that when you cough you get crackles in your chest?” “I have read on the internet that people get vaccinated less…”.
As time progresses in the pre-consultation, the sick, suspected or true, in any case not yet diagnosed, will exchange symptoms, fears, events of acquaintances... And in the more than probable case, a hypochondriac will be found among those already present. /a solvent, the conversation will rise in rank. The hypochondriac will rant about medications, interpretation of leaflets, incompatibilities, doubts about specialists... And, given his expert superiority, he will advise the audience, almost like a preacher. But when the door opens and you hear: “Next”, the entire setting and its characters will enter the real world. You know: “The next one.”
