My relationship with the American health care has never gone beyond the routine checks the eye doctor and the dentist and I have often heard that it did not used to having the money spent by the company of Sterling to give us health insurance proof of any disaster. Evidently I must have complained so much that it exceeds any I have heard and decided to make me feel the thrill of a night in hospital. Not in a bed, mind you, but in a waiting room in San Francisco-style (read: full of strange people and the homeless). These are the facts: Tuesday morning I go to my chiropractic care for the usual routine check after the weekend warned of ache at the base of the neck. I go out of his office as fresh as a rose, the muscles are ready to shoot, and I head to Macy's to buy the famous pillow Tempurpedic that the doctor advised me concerned. On the way, however, take hectoliters of rain that fit in my jacket also insidious Nike theoretically hurricane proof. It will be rain or a wrong move of chiropractic (I favor the first hypothesis), but from the afternoon of my neck decided to go on strike and stop in one place: look straight ahead, slightly lowered, Scazzi as a rock singer. A kind of Liam Gallagher of the poor, in fact. The birthday of the father of Sterling proves to be a torture to me that Robocop as I turn to talk with various guests, and the night is even worse, hardly slept. The next morning I'm a wreck, do the ice packs and heat as recommended by your doctor but I can not bear more at dinner: I need a dose of anything. We arrive at the hospital at 9 pm, waiting patiently (Sterling) and mugolantemente (me) for our turn to four hours and a half and finally get the coveted prize: a drip of morphine and valium, ole! I can even snooze on the couch at the time of the surgery and be discharged of immense enlighten me: are prescribing me valium to take the other home, with a vicodin and ibuprofen three times more powerful than the bench. Of course, that American hospitals are not spared the bbona stuff, eh! We arrived home almost five in the morning, the big sleep all night and then, why not, after all afternoon. I'll have to compensate for lost sleep, no? Now I'm happy, I will soon la mia dose serale e andrò di nuovo a dormire... come ho fatto a non capire prima che dormire è l'attività più gratificante per un essere umano? Certo, anche la spalla va meglio e posso perfino muovere il braccio, ma questi sono dettagli insignificanti al confronto. Messa così posso anche trascurare le otto ore passate in ospedale e il conto strabiliante che di sicuro mi arriverà a casa nei prossimi giorni. Per ora non ci penso, mi limito a dormire il sonno dei giusti.
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