Paranoia and other pleasant things

Hold the groom, please

*It’s 5 AM and I can’t sleep because of fever and muscle aching. I haaaaaaaaate the flu. *

… Gorgeous gipsy girl comes in with her mom, sits down and looks at me. The mom starts telling me then how healthy her girl is, how she’s strong and loves to do housework and how she had an epilepsia-like crisis when she was five, but didn’t have another since then. I look at them in amazement (why is she here then?) and ask how can I help .

Turns out the girl is to be married to a wealthier guy, but he found out from some spiteful rival that she has mental handicap papers and suffers from epilepsia, and now the girl’s family wants to get rid of the handicap proofs and get her pronounced clinically healthy. The mom slimes around me, repeating that I should “take care” of the girl and then she’ll “take care of my needs” in return. I tell her I’ll write exactly what I’ll find and get her out of the room.

The girl doesn’t turn out to be an epileptic, but she’s mentally deficient, with an IQ of 58. Lord knows it was strange to watch a deficient trying hard to cheat the tests for a better result, instead of the usual “let’s play dumb and hope she won’t see that”. I write the papers and have a little chat with her about how a guy that stops loving her because she might have epi probably isn’t worth much. She agrees and says it’s her future mother-in-law that keeps pushing the son to demand proof of her health.

Mom comes in, tries to slip me a 50 RON note (around 18$ - five days’ payment in my case) and I almost have to battle her to make her understand that I won’t take the money. They leave.

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