1st In the spring there was a story - sick some kind of fig: rash, fever, azzki hurt the joints. The therapist suggested rubella or measles, the pediatrician added some simplex, pseudotuberculosis, in short, gave a lot of blood and waited for a week for the results of the tests. It turned out, everything was clean, none of the versions was confirmed. I come to the therapist for a repeat appearance, already almost alive, but they said to come, and interestingly, fucking. There is a strong uncle. He has a computer on his table. He looks at me, I look at him... and I understand that he can’t say anything to me. And that would be nothing more, but here an uncle with a smart vision opens Yandex and begins to pick up my sick O_O. Nothing, by the way, does not fit. We split up on the conclusion "seems to be some kind of virus". I leave in some confusion.

2nd The next day I am sick again. The temperature breaks, but it doesn’t hurt. The doctor comes. The other. He is listening. "The lungs breathe, the heart beats... "It says - "well, ARVI doesn’t look like". He plunges into silence and I understand that again he doesn’t know what to say. In my head flashes the egregious thought "And Yandex-that I will not give you!But here a smart-looking uncle gets a tablet out of the bag. Open the Google!! to
We sit for ten minutes, he googles, I polite silence, then I suggest "Maybe this is a virus?" - "Yes, of course. It is possible."
Separated for nothing.

And here I sit, like in that joke, and honestly think about what kind of engineer I am.