Second visit to a doctor
THERE IS A SEXUAL CONTENT IN THE FOLOWING TEXT
Just returned from the trip. Vienna was welcoming as usual. Same hotel, but even better room this time, and for a smaller price. I’m becoming their regular client.
Fascinating events at the doctor’s. In the entrance receptionist gives me a plastic cup to pee in. The sample analysis takes about 10 seconds and I am told that “it is good”. The most expensive blood test in the world concluded that there are no many deviations in my physical parameters. I have mixed feelings about it - at one hand I’m glad, at the other I realize that I have to carry on looking for answers. Doctor makes physical examination, his approach is gentle, some of his questions I find spot on, some feel mean spirited. I cringe inside but do keep straight face. “So, what are the reasons for my symptoms (depleted energy level and muscle strength)? ” - I ask him. “It could be the low level of vitamin D (the only parameter which was off)” - he answers. “Have you tried an acupuncture?” - he asks. “Yes”. We talk a little. Then - “Have you tried Tantra?” “No. There are different practices… Some have spiritual dimension to them… Which one do you mean?” “Me and my wife do it, together with our friends. I have someone who does it”. He dials the number, talks to this specialist, she is busy today, but recommends someone else. Before calling the next practitioner doctor tells me that the session involves full body massage, including genitals. Anna is free, doctor looks happy, he hands me the phone. Anna needs some time to prepare the room and asks me if I can come to her in… 45 minutes. A 40 minutes session costs 230 Euros. Yes, I can, I answer. Doctor is happy, prescribes me vitamin D drops and sends me to my way. Now I have a clean blood test results on my hands and an appointment with a stranger who is going to give me a handjob for 230 Euros. "Does it worth it?" - I ask myself. Looks like the medical profession has got more exciting lately. "Naw", - I conclude. I’m too much into personal connection, so handjob from stranger, however pleasant, wouldn’t really make me happy.
I remember that I left my phone charging in a hotel room. There is a woman standing in the U-ban station vestibule with the mobile in her hand. I approach, ask her to dial the number. She is friendly, dialing and even leaving a voice message, telling Anna that Vladislav is not going to come. Her boyfriend approaches in the middle of our encounter - I briefly describe to him a state of affairs, leaving the nature of Anna’s work out. I go downstairs, I smile, then I feel slightly guilty as I let Anna down. What is she like, what is her background?
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