A Thousand Plateaus

spending the morning at the doctor’s, being placed from the large waiting room via the smaller waiting room to another waiting room. finally the doctor walked in (think of him as a slightly taller version of peter sellers in the party), i told him what i thought was wrong and he asked:
“so you had the flu?”
“yes”
“did you take any medication”
“only ‘grippostat’”
“hm, hm, hm…” he mumbled and made some pencil notes in a file.
“but it surely can’t be from that! i mean, it’s not really a strong drug!” i insisted and he stopped writing, looked up at me and smiled mildly.
“well, you know, that’s not the point! you can have an allergic reaction to just *any*thing : clothes, chemicals, food, drugs…”
and i thought: ‘wait a minute! food?!? it must be the ginger!’ because, if i remember correctly, it all started after having that ginger tea. so that is my guess : i’m probably allergic to ginger, which is - as usual - beautifully ironic because in german there is a close phonetic resemblance between ginger and my exexex-girlfriend’s first name.

he prescribed me some pills. pft! an allergy! i have always been so proud that my body is so tough and resistant :o(