The Cancer Ward
I had an appointment with a doctor in Lisbon as the roads
are crowded and quite unsafe for elderly folks we took
the bus and that was ok as it was air-condition and a lady
pretending to be stewardess served coffee and overpriced
sandwiches. In the seats behind me two giggling young
women, one was dark voiced the other feminine, they spoke
about sex, of the kind that is unknown to me except what
I have read of in books.
At the hospital´s entrance, some staffs were smoking under
a sign telling it was not allowed; but then, there is a
streak
streak
of anarchism in the Portuguese. The waiting room at a cancer
hospital is a great leveller; I noticed an executive type, a
lower
lower
level banker perhaps, in suit and tie, he soon took off his
jacket
jacket
and sat beside a woman who was covered in cancerous warts.
Finally my turn came yes it was malign, but not aggressive,
operation scheduled for October.
Glad, we had lunch I ordered a glass of wine, then another
one
one
and I got very tired; we took a taxi to the bus terminal.
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