Mrs Moskow herself

Unknown to Mrs. Moskow herself, a sure craving crept into her thoughts. It was a need to be a affected person in a hospital. After all, she didn’t wish to undergo painful experiences. She admired the attractive kimonos her sick pals wore. She too needed to have the expertise of getting guests with smiling faces to see her. The courtesy of the internes and the tenderness of the nurses enchanted her.

So, one lovely morning, she referred to as up her household doctor, Dr. Leon Financial institution, complaining that she was not feeling nicely.

Dr. Financial institution at all times felt that nothing critical might occur within the robust, wholesome household of the Moskows, besides on account of Mr. Moskow’s chubby which was attributable to consuming an excessive amount of strudel and different fattening meals. As for Mrs. Moskow, she was a specimen of well being and vigor. Her face didn’t present the variety of winters and summers she had spent on this earth.

Dr. Financial institution came to visit. He discovered his tentative affected person resting in mattress carrying an exquisite kimono.

He gave her a radical examination and pronounced her completely wholesome.

“You might be just a bit drained. Keep in mattress till tomorrow morning. You’ll be all proper.”

“No prescription?” she inquired.

“No want for any medication,” he answered.

He picked up his satchel and left the home.

That good-hearted soul, Mrs. Moskow, couldn’t con-trol her anger. She picked up the phone and referred to as her greatest pal, Becky.

“The concept!” she screamed. “Right here I’m sick and my physician tells me I’m nicely. I feel it’s time for a change. I should get a physician who is aware of his enterprise.”

It’s not identified what Becky needed to say on the opposite finish of the road. All we all know is that Mrs. Moskow saved on agreeing, saying, “Sure… sure… sure.”

Physician John Williamson

Two hours later, Physician John Williamson was at her bedside. After wanting her over in a well mannered method, he defined her case.

“Mrs. Moskow, there’s nothing the matter with you. Your pulse is regular and you haven’t any temperature. In nowadays when we have now such a scarcity of medical doctors, there isn’t any cause so that you can spend cash.”

“Why,” Mrs. Moskow exclaimed in a most disenchanted tone, “for my cash I can afford to have even double pneumonia.”