Since we returned from abroad, there is a feeling that someone opened an eye to us

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“He has a fever that has been going on for over a week, it goes up and down. It’s after blood tests and I’m also starting to feel bad. My lymph nodes are swollen.” That’s how I found myself for the umpteenth time in front of the serious doubting doctor, the cynical doubter, who sees us, me and Hasson, for the third time in the clinic in a week.

I tried to make a joke that it’s couple quality time in front of him because a stethoscope, streptococcus and saying “ah ah” in front of the light of a flashlight that sits on the doctor’s forehead and enters his mouth – really brings passion into our lives.

The doctor smiled, nodded, did the favor of a boastful half-smile that came out of his mouth and said the most disgusting pair of words in the history of medicine, yet the least comforting: “viral disease.” Then he added: “You know what to do: tea, honey, tapachki, rest, Painkillers”.

I smiled and said “thank you very much doctor for your patience” and we found ourselves walking into the hall of fame. The usual place is our home – our fortress and we like to shop there, no less than all the fashion chains, aka the super-farm.

The place where, as children in the innocent eighties, we felt that everything was there, including medicines, sweet butterfly candies for the throat as well as stickers, has been upgraded and over the years has become a place where we feel healthy and clean. Really an advertisement for the good life. When I got to know Hasson, I was really happy that he was on the same page as me – “long live a super pharm enthusiast”.

We arrived at the super farm, loaded the tent full of camping equipment – a pharmacy for the week and walked towards the nearest coffee shop to relieve the panic. Because there is nothing more comforting than carbohydrates, or carbohydrates alongside a salad, for the mind and the blood tests.

“You know,” I said to Hassan, “maybe we’ll exchange mezuzahs, put on garlic jewelry and red ribbons and purify the house. Since we returned from abroad, it feels as if someone has opened an eye to us.”

Come on, I’m right on the other side of the fence. I want to believe that a person determines his fate and his fate is not determined by one or another postings on Instosh or Paysosh. But suddenly I thought that maybe people less enjoy seeing happiness and joy in others and it’s easy for them to empathize with loss and pain.

When I broke up with my ex, I remember that after every song or post on Facebook, I received dozens of friendship offers (mainly from men) and a host of diverse responses of encouragement and offers of help from everyone I knew or didn’t know at all. In better times the same people reacted less and contacted less. Of course these are more distant circles because those who are close are always close regardless of status or emotional-mental state. Then I also realized that it would be good to remove people from my life out of the necessity of inertia or reality. Suddenly all kinds of comments and reactions connected to an understanding that was not by force. You don’t have to keep people alive at all costs, just because they were in a certain period.

And back to Hason and I – we returned home to the children who also didn’t feel so well this week, we put a song on YouTube and told ourselves: “We have to dance and release endorphins and maybe book another flight abroad with four hamsa bracelets on sale.”

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