People reflectively take in as much of life by the doctor’s office waiting room as they can. Every clipboard, every magazine has a Its own story, put off until some day that one person comesThe Reading is done. Among the crowd gathered outside that niche of health one overhears whispered words of only diseases. “My knee doesn’t listen to me”, “I can’t get rid of this rash!”, “This blood pressure…’the thing is too outrageous’ “”Hummm, I stole the pie first!” The view outside and offstage is the whole thing.It’s all there, only condescended into a kind of Hot Springs.

Medical clinics are more than medical supplies and people. Instead of what people usually think they might be they are like a symphony–full orchestrations with the doctor, patient and beeping machines combined together composing as one ops of health. A ring of detective mystery solvers.

Do you know how peculiar the heart of a great hospital can be? A patient arrives with a rash the color of tomatoes by in Channel. After one look, and some laughs are had, he steps out with the most pleasant diagnosis imaginable. There is one patient who insists she is allergic to winter. Incredible as that seems, her sneezes sound no worse than nothing more than a wild animal in the wilderness and the last snowbird to freeze to death on pole. Exams at clinics are as varied as a carton of chocolates. An instrument for every type of music. Even if you hobble in with the pain of caries or for no other reason than the blandishments of your doctor feel you should come in. And in case all the medical lingo leaves you confused, remember: The nurse with clown socks on is there to decipher it all for you. She’ll guide In addition to giving some tips, her cheer comes over your shoulderthe place is a bird that sings in one tone only.

In the grapevine of clinics, news travels faster than the via plane to morning coffee. “Have you heard about Mary’s boy, he broke his ankle boogie-woogie dancing?” or “Here’s Mr Thompson’s colorful tales once more.” These bits shoot through faster than a rap from MC Hammer during pollen season, joining intimate families and deepening friendshipAthis is just the scene of life.

So when life gives you a head cold and all runny, the good old clinic is waiting for you. Always there behind every cough or diagnosis are a Mrs Van Corduene or ADinkel. Next time you need a medical checkup, step right in. The doors are open for you, as are both the real and symbolic ears.