Yesterday I went to the village pharmacy to ask if our doctor had given her the recipe. It was not a simple demonstration of pass or a health card, and without a tax limitation, for no one, I was able to take the tablets away. My word. Exactly. What a refreshing contrast to the usual red tape, even when it's clear where all the needs and motivations are, paperwork is a way to stand out.
Italian health system, as I lived, there is something of a mixed bag. Pharmacy is great as calm. Although the shampoo and toothpaste are unreasonably price than the equivalent supermarket, but if you're poor or a leg burn, you can go and show it off. What's more, if you have selected one of the mushrooms and want to have them checked over, so also is pharmaceutically husband. It's a cunning examination of fungal detection.
Come to the doctor, but can be a bit of a business because there is no system of appointments. You have access to cell phone personal physician for advice superficial and repeat prescriptions, but if you want to do - or her - you see, then you must be willing to put some time in
The participating medical clinic for an hour or two periods, but the tail starts much earlier. Say it is a social event is not an exaggeration. It always seems to be a preponderance of older people, sitting comfortably immersed in group conversations and seems, indeed, beneficial. Nobody is in a particular order, so you make a mental note of who was there before you. But fear not. Nobody ever jumped the queue in Italy. There is a collective memory of exactly who came before and after that, and woe betide anyone who tries to flout.
I once saw an elderly woman diving in the courtroom at the same time as another. She was mercilessly criticized all the time she was there. The person whose legitimate travel, it was shown first, full of excuses and pretexts. So, the culprit is out. She was almost sobbing, calls humanity to any waiting room, explaining that she suffered from depression. The widespread anger subsided, but there was a large silent pseudo-depression as a disorder called long after she left.
On this occasion, I made my first encounter with the poet village. He had a bunch of small pieces of paper he scribbled and now and again he would read from one of the other patients, most of them hooting and pushed him away. Depression is the opposite of pressure, he intoned as a comment in the queue jumping incident. (Depression e il contrario di pressione.- The play on words is clearer in Italian)
Otherwise, he seemed to be writing a poem that begins: . Tree Under the terms of the animals must be said that getting a better deal than humans when it comes to health care in Italy. no appointments, but the waiting time is usually quite short and sometimes not charged for the consultation. We removed a thorn from the paw of a dog, dangerous grass seeds carefully removed from the eight legs of the two dogs, and examine the ears -. all free injections, pills and other materials used in the treatment should always be paid, but a large pharmacy that offers a discount when the item is for animal use.
Perhaps the will and the availability of veterinary support to compensate for the fact that animals are often not well treated. The dogs spend their lives chained.If a dog goes missing nobody bothers to look. Sometimes the hounds were poisoned as a means of reducing the effectiveness of hunting companions. And it is beyond the dangers of snakes. Which brings me back to my pharmacist. If you are bitten by a snake, the pharmacist has anti-venom in your refrigerator in the back. Or so he told me. I hope you never have to know.
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