One of the many worst things that might happen to you is when an allergy to something you don’t know pops out from nowhere. So you start having daily rash seizures. You take antihistamine which would sometimes slightly help but the allergy is always there making you rub your skin and even choking every now and then.
You can’t take it anymore, so you decide to go and see a pneumo-allergologist. He, as any other doctor, measures your blood pressure, asks you a dozen questions ( many of them are nonsense ) then runs you some tests. You walk out of his office with a prescription of the same drugs you’re already taking, only with a different name !
You’re still allergic to that mysterious thing you’re trying every single day to guess. You start thinking that this riddle is not funny at all and the idea of spending the rest of your life depending on those drugs scares you. You go to see your doctor again. He reads Noel à Jérusalem’ s lyrics for you and tells you it might be the stress ! You walk out of his office talking to yourself : Stress ! That’s what all doctors say when they run out of answers.
You cross the street, walk in a drugstore, ask the pharmacist if there is any other specialist around. You walk out with a good advice ! Get a letter from a general practitioner and go to the outpatient service in the hospital. There, they will take better care of you !
Good idea, you think to yourself. You waste no time. You get that letter and straight to the hospital but all you can get is a rendezvous in two weeks !
You go home tired, upset and sad. And while waiting for your rendezvous, you keep taking your medications. Those same medications that make you sleepy all day and insomniac all night, whereas the instructions say they don’t. But you’re taking them and waiting anyway, for they are your only options.