"Yesterday my doctor said that my rate of cholesterol is very high "she said outlining a smile in the left corner of her lips after spitting in the sink drain a greenish thing. She used to show a certain delight collecting diseases. She used to exhibit with some pride medical prescriptions as if they were diplomas. I wouldnt be surprised at all if I saw them framed decorating the wall of her living room so big was her affection for patologies. During school time if someone quoted some disease name, she remembered a case in the family.
She used to live alone and had the unconventional habit of reading medications leaflets for hours . At work if someone complained about a pain in the nail she would indicate a drug telling even the side effects that it could cause.
She was convinced that she suffered from some heart disease which would soon take her life off. Because of this, sweet and fat were not part of her diet, never experienced the roller coaster, never adventured in the water park slide that were seen like synonyms of suicide. She used to run from the passions to prevent stronger palpitations in her cardiac muscle.
One day, after feeling her heart slightly accelerated again, she decided to note of the fact that she always knew and submitted herself into a battery of exames. After some days she got back to the doctor's office to finally receive her sentence of death with the tenacity of those who accept their fate.
The doctor, a middle aged guy, gray hair, with a cold expression looked at her over his glasses and told that there was nothing wrong with her health and already gave signs that would serve the next patient.
She just left... silent... disapointed... depressed with her unexpected sentence: Life!
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