ON EDGE, la margineaaaa......

2. THE HOSPITAL   At the hospital, I had done more investigations, in a civilized way .... probable! I was doped with Morphine so I did not realize it. Anyway, Calin told me that for the blood tests, I was repeatedly pricked by a girl on whose badge was written: Practicant, and I did not react in any way. I was taken blood pressure and then collected blood, in one of the rooms of a large hall, separated from each other by some blue plastic curtains and equipped with white hospital beds, on the wheels.   Then I was led, in a wheelchair, by a smiling orderly, on a corridor, that seemed to me it will never be over, because of the windy blow, at the radiology room where my chest was scanned. There were some young women there... maybe kind! Back in the booth, where I was given a rather large container, similar of eggs boxes material, for the urine test.   I, happily, did well, without the help of the staff, because the bathrooms are spacious, equipped with cleaning materials, wc, si

1. THE AMBULANCE   What grieves, but mostly terrifies me, is that the medical act in capitalism is just a commercial deal, like any other, on which, some make money, on the health and life of the man kind. Unfortunately, in the former communist bloc, i.e. present time, the slatternly capitalism, the story becomes similar to that from capitalism.   But let's see how things went for me! On November 18, I had a terrible pain, beginning at the stomach, continuing toward spleen, bladder on the left side of the back, right in front of the kidney. Calin watched scared at me. At one point, I said him to call the ambulance.   Two weeks ago, I had a crisis that lasted a few tens of minutes, but it subsided after I took a Joint Anadin pill. The crisis repeated over one week and it tormented me all night. Within these last two weeks I worked a lot in the house: I moved the furniture, I cleaned the windows from uncomfortable positions, I washed and ironed a lot. Almost every evening I wa