the salesman

now i tell you some pecularities of my secret life, i remembered an accident from the eighties that showed some rememblance with the consultation of the two woman (see infra 2007/10/02). during my consultation i saw a well-to-do man about 45 years of age, a merchant in hi-fi apparature and related articles such as video’s and cd’s. i didn’t know his business for the fact that his shop was located twenty kilometers wider in an other town. he came on advise of his wife, who i examinated two weeks before in my consultation-room.

he showed me a photo of his wife because i asked for and i recognized her at once, a strong tall very healthy woman with a two pair of hard disks, so firm, that the computer-specialist. Would be jealous on for sure, knowing the capacities of the hard disks, that must be in the megabytes. it was a gay cheerful woman, looking good for her age. after the examination i told her she was so healthy and she said to me very content, that she would send her quite stressed husband in short time.

and indeed, the opposite of the rest it self, he was quite nervous and had clearly less brain-capacities than his ega. than he truststed me that he and his wife sometimes visited the horseclub and i said:” oh quite sportive”. he didn’t understand what i ment by that and later it showed that he ment the club for pairs. i am a little bit hard of hearing, especially when people mumples of speak with the head turned away. i said:”oh quite sportive” and he thought i ment that i had the intention to go with them for once.

i was quite busy with the anamnesis to write it down and mumpled between my nose and lips that he should take his clothes off in the cabin in the corner, a kind of a modern change-clothes column ( the eye needs to see something nice too). i rent my consultation room from a collegue specialist in rheumatology. he was the famous owner of a big medical centre, in wich he employed another six collegues. this centre was more payed off by the renting doctors and the unlucky patients rather than by himself. we call that:"writing off".

the building was equipped with a radiology, a fysiotherapy department, a chemical, a spirometry and lab for allergy lab. this to give you any idea about the complexity of the building. on top of the medical centre, he was also with his wife an - aesthesist of profession - the owner of a big sewing-atelier that listens to to the adequate name of rambo. the six specialists were in a way dependant of him, despite he said the contrary. i think that the word:”dichotomy” was re-invented by him.

this aside. it was a square-like building with four flours, the building layed a bit retro in perspective of the road. de entrance was marked by a fairly big door of bronze. by that looking a bit pompous. the windows were made from darkpurple stained glass, strange looking and more apt for a funerarium than a medical centre. the front of the building was embellished by a new fontain on cost of the community and there was said by evel tongues that the fontain spouted corticosteroids.

you might guess wherefrom rambo gets his skills for administrative tasks. he is an honored member of the rotary-club. it seems that he cares a great deal for good causes. it is self-evident that he was a honored member of the order of the blue button and that he smokes sometimes a senator, if the banderol it allows. his flourishing practice enjoyed the special attention as well from the riziv as the bbi (tax-fraud-squad) and if he hadn’t acquired definite immunity as a senator just in time, he would be in prison already before his 55th year of age.

but belgium wouldn’t be belgium if this kind of matters couldn’t exist. besides i am a dutch doctor living in belgium and not allowed to meddle with other people’s affairs. so, i was busy to write down the anamnesis of my patient on paper and for a moment in the spirit, the salesman was already undressed, i looked over the rim of my double-focussed stylish glasses of italian origine – a specialist had to be impressive – and saw suddenly the naked patient gay-looking in his naked peak rising before my nose.

the period that i experimented layed long behind me, because of my wise age, but because i didn’t know, what his wife had told about me, i said casually:” mmm, that looks quite sportive, but only put him back in his box now”. i informed carefully if he had understood, what bussiness a cardiologist does exactly. he tooks it sportsmanlike and putted his riding horse back in his trousers, who still layed in the cabine’s box. besides a slight mental handicap he was perfectly healthy. surely it is tiresome if u are hard of hearing ;)