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Health Booklet

I said, "but if one day you never want to cook? Maybe you want to work? The human potential are endless! So I might do it!"
No actually it did not happen, but one reason or another I had to do one for the treatment of food.

When I got the fuck tetanus? It 'been a while that I did not watch my first flush the toilet, go well? But I have to bring the urine? My hands are in order to keep the pans? May need blood tests? I have about thirty by!

These and other thoughts crowded my mind, I was in a panic. I run to inform the secretariat of the CRAS, which is not a supermarket but the former mental hospital in my hometown.
Besaglia When the great law, led to the closure of mental hospitals, leaving crowds of people free to harass innocent unbalanced, do murders and yet protected from insanity, destroying what remained of their families, this became one of the most inefficient complex doctors of the Adriatic coast.

After waiting for about 25 minutes that the chick's voice ended quietly to be dicks her on the phone, I am finally informed I would have to return Tuesday, today, with a document, a photograph and a twenty euro for a ticket is not well defined. Dejected
I take a coffee bar nearby (full of crazy) and I'm going home to hell. I forget again to check the stool.

early this morning, I rise from my bed to go take the damn picture and go back to Cras.
I open a parenthesis on the photograph.
E 'I doubt that as we strive, in all of those photos seem always Algerian terrorists, drug addicts or sleepless wankers.
Not to mention which of these categories I place myself, of course the result is was just one of them. Oh well, I do make four copies, because usually I get worse and could be useful in the future. I pay the tuition of the daughter of the son of a bitch of a photographer and I make a visit to the bar with my friend "N". The
really wants to squander his money on a scratch card "Turista Forever." Obviously he does not win shit. But I
smarter, I take a coffee on an empty stomach and I win a renal colic.

finally arrived to the CRAS, in answering the nice lady to meet again as last time. Today, not talking on the phone and then I am only wasting 15 minutes to show me where the fuck is the health board where to get the coveted book. We find hardly
office after just two years, since the entire complex is constructed in a fun way to remember English colony Renaissance.
Only a little is left to itself and in decay.
Obviously this office was the last, at the end of a road about 2 km to walk. A shuttle could take us close to the plexus, but I will not be heard to challenge the gang of older incidents in which angry that they went en masse to make a prescription for Risperdal.
health Office tell us, however, that the ticket must be done first.
The nice lady secretary had forgotten about an immaterial detail. 'He's bitch.
Ticket To return to the office was up over ground on the other hand, enter the sewers and find the key of diamonds.
So back to the surface and look for the lost property office opening with key executives and to find a corpse flower.
And so on, until the date of spades being very careful not to be eaten by zombies.
Obviously at this stage, we can not climb over gates and fences.

The ticket office is obviously packed crowd of people hoping to fool even a position with a competitive rare even racing in Formula 1 or Moto GP.
Overtake, drifting, no pit stops and even some accidents.
A lady about 150cm tall around 70 years has even tried to dribble past me and my friend with a technique worthy of the NFL's best Runningback Americana. A spin in the armpit.
Skip the usual half an hour and finally cross the yellow line that leads us in front of the box. We pay our 12 cents and 16 euro and we are about to leave.

After defeating Nemesis finally, we return again to the office for health finally understand how to get the fucking manual.
thought it was swift? Of course not. In fact, we realize just arrived
nell'ambulatorio who are all committed to review practices relating to Mr. "M", known undertaker in the area.
Yes, that undertaker with the mega mercedes, his son full of money that goes to a disco 8 days out of 7, a friend of the Mafia and who does everything to convince the parents of a 15 year old boy who died hit by a truck, that there is no better way to honor the death of beloved son, with a coffin of cherry wood Turkamenistan (endangered, of course), the modest price of € 15,000, two camels, a marina and two Orca kidneys. A father and a mother.
Excluding expenses for transportation, burial and tomb.

Basically aspiettiamo yet the practice of virtuous customer (even this probably has delegated) and will be resolved, between one thing and the other goes another half hour.
In the meantime, we are no longer alone, the crowd thronged the ticket box has reached us. The office responsible
us to "accommodate" standing at the desk while checking tickets and passes me a form to fill. The
be just me, my friend does not.
When "N" calls for a form to do before, she says, "we do one at a time."

Yeah, we never give a fucking move. No. Otherwise people will start to come out too frequently in the room and you know that a person fails to complete a form with the usual fucking "Full Name + general data" in less than 15 minutes each.
This is the service of CRAS, we do things calmly and wasting time, so people are waiting. But after I return to this point.

after completing the form is attached to my photo health card on a virgin, and the lady is careful to tap exactly on my face instead of the comfortable white sides. I remember the daughter of the photographer who makes Economics in the center. And swear to myself. Wait another 15 minutes
that my friend carries out the procedure and then we go in the classic "second to last door on the far left, where we expect the doctor to fill out the booklet and make the classic questions of practice.
Ah ah ah. Scherzo. We did not expect.

In fact, the practice of Mr. "M" had passed from the previous surgery to that. That's cool huh?
goes without saying that we waited about ten minutes. Making a mockery of another's privacy, I discovered that Mr. "M" besides being disgustingly full of money also has a hundred health problems more or less relevant.
I'll suck, but I can not care less, in fact.
And finally comes the moment we've hoped for, the moment of truth, the final verdict! By talking to the doctor. While my peers
document and the book still to be completed do a quick read on the form to be filled. We were given questions such as:-

suffer from skin rashes?
-vomits often, you're gagging volunteers?
-Have you ever had problems or intestinal inflammation not know exactly what kind?
-You have lived abroad?
-If yes, how much? Have you ever found
-infectious diseases?
-Malaria, Ebola, Alien in the stomach, etc.?
-smoke? And if so, how much smoke in the workplace? Other
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The doctor asked me to pass this module. Writes roughly my name, address and date of birth on the paper and draw a straight line over all the wonderful questions. Sign the book and I leave.
Done.

Grande. No I say, great!
Now that's serious! Basically I bought the health card with 12 €! But it's wonderful!
I could be HIV positive which is fun to cut the veins and blood sprinkled on food in preparation, but who cares?!
I could have lived in India for two years and taking a bath in the Ganges every day to honor to the great Vishnu and had found two hundred and deadly killer disease, but who the hell cares?! Could I have
alien larvae in the stomach and vomiting syringes while I turn off the cigarette butt in a plate of pasta just served at the table, but this has absolutely no importance ! I HAVE PAID THE TICKET!
No blood, no control on vaccines, no nothing. A straight line with a pen, a signature and we salute you.
I shudder to think that this "document" is bestowed with such ease.
Perhaps the pastry chef behind the house has a viral meningoencephalitis and I do not know. And maybe not even know him. And maybe now I also have, but do not know. Why I did not even control half.

"The health card is an outdated practice that should be repealed."

This was the comment of one of the present text. A bit like a driver's license in short, what the fuck is so much, people would purchase the same or loses it after two days for driving drunk.
I might as well sell insurance cards at the tobacconist's cock, and I know that do pay, 15 €.

"A pack of Marlboro ... A lighter e. .. A health card, thank you. "
"I want to cover with blue or green?"
"Cough! Cough! Excuse me ... I think I have the Larickettsiosi ... "
" So Green? "

Yes, I close the debate with a disturbing message: always think, when you eat somewhere who got their hands on your plate.
Maybe someone concerned about the CRAS visits to obtain medical records, he first checked his stools. What do you know? Straight from the great