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 - The objective of this procedure is to unblock the arteries, the professor explained to that distinguished seventy-some-year-old lady, sister of the patient who was in intensive care, just to recover from the procedure.

 - did they open his chest?

 - Not at all! In this treatment, what is done is to insert a small catheter in his arm, like the ones we use to administer liquid medicine, you know don't you ?

 - ah! Then they opened his chest, right?

 - No, we did not open his chest at all - smiling

 (Silence. The lady stares at the doctor who looks at her ompassively,

 Would it be time for a detailed explanation in this regard?

 No, of course he wasn't listening.

 Of course, a person with a defect in any of his communication senses could never, ever, be able to communicate properly.

 Should I leave it there, alone?

 Maybe it would be better to call a nurse or maybe a guard to accompany her?

 However, among so many buts of the hour, the hunger he was feeling, the patients who might be waiting for him and among so many other obligations that still awaited him, the good looking doctor decided the most difficult thing to do: sit next to the old woman and accompany her for a little while longer.

 She seems to need it.

 And so he does : you have to learn to listen to a human being who, with his lost and lonely eyes, begged to be heard. 

Maybe I was asking you for a little time.

 Nothing else

 - But .. how did the procedure go? - She decided to ask, after maturing the idea of ​​trusting that handsome doctor who suddenly grabs her hand.

 Without understanding what was happening, the lady with all the courtesy in the world and a skin already puckered by the passage of time (seventy years old ? Eighty? Whatever it is, it must be at that age. Besides, she must know exactly -

 - The objective of this procedure is to unblock the arteries, the professor explained to that distinguished seventy-some-year-old lady, sister of the patient who was in intensive care, just to recover from the procedure.

 - did they open his chest?

 - Not at all! In this treatment, what is done is to insert a small water in his arm, co.k if it were to give him medicine, you saw it right?

 - ah! Then they opened his chest, right?

 - No, we don't open his chest.

 (Silence. The lady stares at the doctor who looks at her ompassively,

 Would it be time for a detailed explanation in this regard?

 No, of course she wasn't listening, and of course, a person with a defect in any of his communication senses could never, ever, be able to communicate properly.

 Should I leave it there, alone?

 Maybe it would be better to call a nurse or who knows a guard to accompany her?

 However, among so many buts of the hour, the hunger he felt, the patients who might be waiting for him and among so many other obligations that still awaited him, the good looking doctor decided the most difficult thing to do: sit next to the old woman and accompany her for a little while longer.

 She needed it.

 He too: you have to learn to listen to a human being who, with his lost and lonely eyes, begged to be heard. Maybe I was asking you for a little time.

 Nothing else

 - But .. how did the procedure go? - She decided to ask, after maturing the idea of ​​trusting that handsome doctor who suddenly grabs her hand.

 Without understanding what was happening, the lady with all the courtesy in the world and a skin already puckered by the passage of time (seventy? Eighty? Whatever it is, it must be around that age. Besides, she must not remember her age...)

 Should I explain each step of the procedure in detail? I wouldn't understand him, it's true.

 But at that exact moment it occurs to him that he could draw, make diagrams, write.

 So, he called the nurse.

 - Do you have paper and a marker to give me?

 - Of course! 'And she convinced that she would see eye drops again, ran to the nurses' checkpoint and did exactly what he asked for, smelling chrome mercury - let's agree, that's not romantic at all.

 Still, he handed her four sheets of paper and a medium-pointed blue marker.

 Asifl of all the necessary material, the doctor began to scribble a human body, with an arm disproportionate in relation to the rest of the body that seems to only have a heart, and nothing else.

 He began to explain:

 - This is the human body.

 - Is that hair up here? It looks like a steel sponge ...

 The doctor, laughing, recomposed the hair of the drawing of a human body while she, took and put her false teeth from her mouth, making noise like stones running in a river.

 The doctor, amused by the noise that movement generated, stared at him for a second.

 She, naturally, continued without realizing that he was looking at her and that he had stopped drawing

 - said something? - She asked, tuning her teeth with her eyes.

 - I ah! Esteeee…. I was going to explain the procedure to him.

 - Don't waste your time with that! It is better that you send a link to my phone and when I can I will look at it ...

 (Link, phone? So he has a cell phone, la sapa! - At that very moment, em medivo sr got up from the visitor chair where he had sat and made a sign to the nurse to take the papers and the scoreboard, or what else could he do? He had to say goodbye to the old lady).

 - Well, they're calling me. I have an emergency - lie! No one had called him - I'm going to ask my secretary to send him the information.

 - good! Wouldn't you like to stay for tea?

 - No thanks 

 - But then, didn't they open his chest? The same question again? It can only be a joke!)

 - Nope. We have not opened it.

 - Do you know that you are very nice? do you have a girlfriend ,? - stroking his hand

 ( is she trying to flirt with me now? What is going on ?  - a bit curious )

 - Well - trying to release his hand from hers - excuse this ...

 - How do I know how the procedure was ?

 - Very well. But the patient will only be able to receive visitors tomorrow. Has to recover

 - thank you Doctor!

 That night had hardly happened.

 It was one of the most difficult for us, the family.

 As an older sister, I sat in the waiting room, a revered cup of coffee in hand.

 He did not want to miss absolutely any detail of the hospital routine.

 It was already ten o'clock at night, when a doctor entered the intensive care room.

 Dressed in white, I thought he was a doctor ..

 And indeed, that doctor was the handsome doctor - the one from the morning meeting

 The night visit was passing.

 The old sun in the same position, was still seated, wearing a fur coat.

 And she cut him off right at the entrance.

 He hadn't seen him, being busy with the prescriptions.

 But she didn't see.

 And, from afar, called him.

 - Good evening, doctor, could you tell me how the catheterization patient is doing?

 - Excuse me (playing dumb, as she really remembered him) .

 - you grabbed my hand in the morning! - saying that in a soft and charming voice . By his side, the doctor was ashamed and did not know where to put his face. 

- You know, I am concerned about her health and I would like to know your scheme, is there anything new ' trying to grab his hand again.

But this time, he hid his hand in his pocket.

 - The patient was transferred to the room, because she is stable so, do not worry.

 - So is everything okay?

 - Yes. I advise you to take some rest. Tomorrow you are going to take her home, because it is no longer visiting hours

 - But can we stay here? I mean, you and me ...

( what ? Is she crazy ? Dud she like me that much ? No way !,)

 - No, excuse me - highly constrained - I'm working, on duty ..

 Suddenly, she felt a squeeze as her heart grew stronger.

 Throttle.

 Suffocating.

 The air began to lack.

 And a strong but very strong pain in the chest that went down the left arm ..

 Immediately, the doctor acted, requesting an emergency stretcher.

 He saw.

 His face was pale.

 Left arm bent.

 The doctor immediately put the stethoscope on his chest.

 - emergency! Nurse: send to emergency , immediately!

 - what's wrong with it? I asked, distraught, my heart beating so hard it seemed to come out of my mouth

 The doctor disappeared, in the emergency section.

 For since it was summer, the mosquitoes appeared in dense clouds near the lamp posts.

 daylight quickly emerged on the horizon.

 And next to her, the doctor appeared, with a type of light blue pajamas and a badly tied baker's cap on his head.

 - You are fine It was just an emotional stroke due to stress. You have to rest at home, eat well and take some vitamins

 I will sign your discharge.

 Are you complimenting me now? What happens? )

 - Well - trying to release his hand from hers - excuse this ...

 - How do I know that it was in procedure?

 - Very good. But the patient will only be able to receive visitors tomorrow. Has to recover

 - thank you Doctor!

 That night had hardly happened.

 It was one of the most difficult for us, the family.

 As an older sister, I sat in the waiting room, a revered cup of coffee in hand.

 He did not want to miss absolutely any detail of the hospital routine.

 It was already about ten o'clock when a doctor entered the intensive care room.

 Dressed in white, I thought he was a doctor ..

 And indeed, he was the handsome doctor.

 The night visit was passing.

 The old sun in the same position, was still seated, wearing a fur coat.

 And she cut him off right at the entrance.

 He hadn't seen him, being busy with the prescriptions.

 But she didn't see.

 And, from afar, called him.

 - Good evening, doctor, could you tell me how the catheterization patient is doing?

 - Excuse me (playing dumb)

 - you grab my hand in the morning! - and doctor ko knew where to put his face. - You know, we of the family are concerned, we would like to know your scheme, is there anything new ...

 - The patient is in the room, but do not worry that she is stable.

 - So is everything okay?

 - Yes. I advise you to rest. Also it is no longer visiting hours

 - But can we stay here? I mean, you and me ...

 - No, excuse me - highly constrained - I'm working, on duty ..

 Suddenly, she felt a squeeze as her heart grew stronger.

 Throttle.

 Suffocating.

 The air began to lack.

 And a strong but very strong pain in the chest that went down the left arm ..

 Immediately, the doctor acted, requesting an emergency stretcher.

 He saw.

 His face was pale.

 Left arm bent.

 The doctor immediately put the stethoscope on his chest.

 - emergency! Nurse: send to the operating room, immediately!

 - what's wrong with it? I asked, distraught, my heart beating so hard it seemed to come out of my mouth

 The doctor disappeared.

 For since it was summer, the mosquitoes appeared in dense clouds near the lamp posts.

 daylight quickly emerged on the horizon.

 And next to her, the doctor appeared, with a type of light blue pajamas and a badly tied baker's cap on his head.

 - You are fine.

 I will sign your discharge.

so he did, clearly conscious that there are people that you have never to deal with

August 10, 2020 23:04

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Karen Mc Dermott
07:49 Aug 16, 2020

Reminds me of e e cummings. With regards the theme, is it the doctor who is struggling to learn the skill? My brain has been fried after reading this XD

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