Ichilov Hospital, 8th floor, Plastic and Reconstructive Surgery Ward, Tel Aviv, Yonatan Frimer Reporting.
Mid-April had passed and I was still stuck in a hospital bed. I use my crutches once a day to sneak into the bathroom and the medical staff alerts me of the dangers. Some kind of bacterial infection is the culprit that has put me where I am. Although the argument that a distant motorcycle accident is to blame. I ring for the nurse to bring me another helping of pain killers.
Sooner or later this machine we call our bodies breaks down. Good health services and a socialized medical plan, a lifetime warranty for all repairs. A highly complex machine that requires the time of the highest qualified so called "doctors" that will willingly repair anything they can.
Time heals all wounds, and doctors know this. Time is often despensed along side other medicinal prescriptions. Take 2 of these and call me in the morning.
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