Moshe has a headache
and wants to go
and see the doctor.
His friend advises against it:
'One does not go to the doctor's
because of merely a headache! '
But Moshe disagrees.
'You don't understand.
The doctor needs to live, too.'
Moshe gets a prescription from the doctor
and marches straight to the pharmacy.
'Don't be a fool, ' says his friend,
'that headache will go away all by itself! '
'Be quiet', counters Moshe,
'The pharmacist needs to live, too.'
Moshe takes the medicine out from the pharmacy,
and pours it into the ditch right away.
His friend exclaims, all aghast:
'Heavens! that expensive medicine! ! '
Answers Moshe, outraged:
'So what? ? I need to live, too! '
I like this Herbert. I'm not sure how ''funny'' it is cause I feel it's so true! I think we are prescribed many medicines for only those reasons...to keep the doctors and pharmacists in business. I've actually done this (I hate to admit) .....not on purpose, of course, but when I realized all the meds.....and that I probably don't really need them........what a shame. Great write Herbert. Sincerely, Mary
I don't dare laugh at this, H, as I'm ignorant regarding its implications. G.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lot of truth here I suspect. I read recently that when doctors last went on strike in Israel people's health improved, though I don't know how that was determined. The terrible effects of years of antidepressants I've seen in others (dependency, addiction, paranoia and more depression) are a peversion of medicine to support the drug companies.