This was in my first year as a doctor, but for some reason I remember well.



The patient’s mother came to the hospital. A sharp department. We talk.



I know this is hereditary. Not on my line!

Did your father have mental illnesses?

How is it! This cowboy didn’t leave me at all!

In terms of psychological...

A woman jumps from her seat, bends over my table, looking at something in the window. His whole posture is cautious. I turned my head, sat down.

... the tribes? Someone was registered, lying in a psychiatric hospital, cases of suicide, drug addiction, alcoholism?

What is? No is no! I say you’re gone, Cobb! It is clear that it is not on my line!

I decided to translate the topic. Did you have anything like this in your family?

A colleague quietly writing diaries at the next table can’t stand and raises his eyes to watch this fun.

It was not of course! It’s all on the father’s line. A woman is angry. He turns around, sees the confused look of a colleague, and, bowing to me, whispering asks: - And she is writing everything behind us?

I am doomed to answer. So, it’s not on your line, let’s finish with that.