Solnado was a prophet

 

In public hospitals, even shame is privatized, chills, dehumanized areas, where human suffering is relativized, as if they were common specimens, all equal, all the same, all one, pain is born like oysters give birth to pearls, negligence cooperates in the shifts, in the afternoons, as the hour approaches for the end of the day and before the end comes, it becomes necessary to show service, curtains are drawn, serenity is injected into the anxiety of patients so that they do not make a fuss, only do so later, in their colleagues' next shift! In hospitals, vices are installed, tests, confinements, catheters and catheters are scheduled for some patients who wait forever for a doctor to be assigned to them, and fools are fooling themselves with taxpayers' money, so that the next one comes, patients on stretchers in the hallway, schedule another bedpan, another desire to work, another coffee, another nurse, because it's still the beginning of August and everyone lives with the sun hanging over professionals on vacation, on strike, on sick leave, set up a tent, bring pizzas and chats on virtual networks, and the doctor in charge of the patient went to another emergency room, where they don't pay him to treat the disease of survival. Their excellencies go to the private agenda, running between the privatized shift and the pub[l]ic hospital! There is no shame, sir, if the nurse doesn't come, give the injection yourself, because she is closer at hand, and prick the same vein ten times, claiming that the patient doesn't even have veins, what he has is a snot, and I am tired, I am not a nurse, I am a doctor and each monkey has its own branch...

One day, we are not far away, but I risk becoming like the one who prophesies misfortunes, illnesses will be dispensed with, that is, prescribed, from the catalogue of good intentions, like jokes, which Raúl Solnado prophesied first, sprains, little devils, parrot's beaks or bitoque fever, or a simple stomach ache and the race on the list of priorities of successive governments will end, reams of sighs, patience and bonuses are sold to their excellencies, the deceased, and half a dozen more bejekas are scheduled at Badalhoca, (there are no more couratos, nor stomach, only empty complaints) and ham sandwiches! There is no pandemic, because this lockdown between municipalities has put an end to the annoyances of many couples, and while we're at it, let the silence and the predictions be seen as a sign of danger so that a constitutional review will not come, or there goes hope, the confidence in the future, mixing, like lotus fertilizer, the remaining rubbish that we are pushing like striga in this country planted by the sea, adding to the disease, the injustice for dessert, born and hammered, fasted without coffee or work and then call upon the oak to lend us democracies and simulacra of posterity! Don't applaud the disgraceful state of health, nor take antidepressants that promote more of the same, use nature to combat stress, jerk off, because Solnado was a prophet and if he were here, he would have already beaten the pan again!