(...)
Dr. Faustini Sergio was in his fifties, a big head
of graying curls, glasses Round that off and put
with no logic, and a thin type Gandhi.
Apparently distracted by something that seemed to hum
in the distance, but then planted eyes in a face
seconds before opening his mouth.
- So, boy ... - Said leafing.
Mario was already in the defense.
- You see the two prints there? - Asked without expecting an answer
. - That could be you, bones, muscles and cartilage.
mechanical parts of a body that gets sick, you
breaks, breaks down and that my colleagues are more specialized
instructed to adjust when the trouble is serious. I, as a simple
generalist, I can only note the damage and propose remedies
a minor inconvenience.
It paused to take a sheet, the time required
Mario to wonder where you would never arrive.
The Faustini he understood the concern and went on.
- Well, your body has no need of treatment or remedies,
pastiglietta except for some hay fever. My
fi nes work as a doctor here. Clinically, six healthy as
a horn. Unless the analysis confirms unlikely
fears, we can also exclude mononucleosis.
The doctor looked at him slyly.
Mario felt like a caught stealing. And it was immediately clear that
was going to add more.
The visit had been meticulous, auscultation, tongue down,
palpation of the abdomen and back, light bulb in the eyes and ears,
short, the usual.
The doctor was also very kind, asking him where he lived,
why he was there, if he liked this or that, if he
hobbies, projects that were his life. All without any air
inquisitive, but just as the bar.
Mario, also to release tension, it was appropriate
pleased with the interview, telling a bit 'all
that passed through his head. The doctor nodded at times,
sometimes interspersed a - ah yes? - Or - well - to do with
dreamy.
- You're not in a position - shooting. - I find it rather
nervous. At your age happens, tension and insecurity
are common feelings that go by themselves. But sometimes,
some thoughts and some discomfort may be somatization
lead to some fatigue.
- But I'm fine, I'm happy - instinctively replied, realizing
now that he lied to himself. In the head
passed him the pictures of the school, that pig of
Caviezel, his father's angry, his mother's sad,
Martina, Anna, work in the fields. Its perennial
state of agitation.
(...)
0 comments:
Post a Comment