And in the waiting room: everyone loading with ellipses. All convinced that life, in a matter of seconds, can become something serious – I say ellipsis, wouldn’t it be better to write questions? -; yes, the future swaying in the unknown of tests.
By astral conjunction, winters tend to fill CAPs, hospitals and clinics with funny citizens. Only poets, sorry for the comparison, and skiers like the cold, unpleasant air and post-sport debauchery… To the point: in the consultation, as if floating, a warm waft of amniotic fluid. Another climate, another vital rhythm. Viruses, bacteria, microbes… a bad roll of incubations that, when it hits, the doctor will prescribe.
A waiting room is a kind of peninsula. More looks looking for complicity than words. Those who are accompanied whisper their own insignificances and assumptions of the other patients. “I don’t think this lady has the same thing as me.” “It is possible that they will be called before us.” And comments for the style. But since in a waiting room the clocks have a different rhythm, the delay slips through the confidence and supportive comment. It must be because we are right because there are many of us. A democratic principle like no other. “This year they say there are many more flu than colds”. “I don’t know, but I don’t stop sniveling.” “Does it also happen to you that you have crackles in your chest when you cough?” “I read on the internet that people are less vaccinated…”.
So advance the time in the pre-consultation. The sick, presumed or real, in any case not yet diagnosed, will exchange symptoms, fears, events of acquaintances… And in the more than likely case of finding a hypochondriac among those already socializing, the conversation will rise in rank. The hypochondriac will talk about medicines, interpretation of leaflets, incompatibilities, diets, doubts about specialists… And, given his superiority as an expert, he will advise the audience, almost like a preacher. But when the door opens and a voice says: “Next”, the whole area and its characters will enter the real world. You know: “The next one”…
