All the poor people have pressure problem. Whether real or imaginary. Its an amazing thing. And all poor have a fascination with gauge [verify] the pressure constantly. Poor faint at funerals, have dropped or high pressure. In barbecues, no. Currently, with the facilities that health plans offer,Do exams has become a sophisticated program. Complete blood count, lung plate, MRI, full bladder ultra. It turns out that the poor - usually - claims that if dont have breakfast the pressure drop. As the CBC requires fasting for 8 or 12 hours, the poor, always neat, arrives early in the laboratory, get your password, already sweating with excitement [a mixture of fear and pleasure, as if entering for the first time in a plane] and is obsessed with the snack that the laboratory offers free after collection. It should be the environment. Bright porcelain floor, air conditioning, TV on the globe, uniformed people. The poor probably sits on a novel scenario. Usually gets ready to go to medical appointments and to laboratories. It is common to see children and babies with huge bows on the head and GAP shoes, sitting on the lap of their mothers straight hair [because currently, in Brazil, there are no more people with curly hair] and belly marked on clinging shirt. The poor want to have a disease. Problem with thyroid, for example, is fashionable. Its almost chic. The other day I watched a tv program called Bem estar. Very Interesting on my point of view. It looks like a childrens program. The announcer glue things on a panel, separating what is good and what is bad depending on the case that is being discussed. There is always a poor with doubt about their problem. Things like I have ovarian cyst and wonder if I can get pregnant. Because the great concern of the poor is to procreate. The program is educational, gets to be fun. Returning to the blood test, remember that all poor get dizzy after taking the blood test. Avoid work that day. Makes drama, stays in bed. I think the dream of many poor is to have nodules. The advancement of medicine - that frightens me every day because I do not want to live 120 years - won the hearts of financially disadvantaged. Its kind of glamorization of the disease. Do the exams, wait for the diagnostic, prays that the lump is not cancerous.Spread the news for the whole family, shows the scar from the surgery. I think I dont know any maid that have attack of sciatica [inflamed sciatic nerve]. Ah! They also have cholesterol [high cholesterol] and claim to be with the nervous system when the doctor dares to say that the problem can be emotional. What fascinates me is that their interest is the diagnosis. The treatment is secondary, although they also present a certain fascination with generics. Even with high cholesterol,they continue eating shrimp fried cake with cheese [there is no poor on earth who is not fascinated by shrimp], and over the weekend, everyone gets drunk on the barbecue to the sound of leave me life lead, life takes me under a 94-degree heat. Pressure: 120 per 80 Blessed are. I envy.
Posted on: Thu, 15 Jan 2015 05:40:45 +0000
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