You scream in the hospital

It looks like it will fine healthcare users who commit violence against healthcare staff. And among these acts of violence are "raising one's voice, intimidating, insulting, or threatening, whether in person or through social media, as well as assaulting or causing material damage inside or outside the centers."

We always say it, but when things aren't paid for or are paid for too cheaply, they aren't appreciated because they're taken for granted. And that happens with the relative who picks up your dirty clothes and makes you food, with the teacher who teaches your child, and with the garbage collector who gathers leaves on the street you walk on. When there's a woman in the supermarket who lets you sample bits of cheese, you go for it, and you don't even smile at her. If you have to pay for the right to go mushroom picking, you're more cautious; if not, if going to the forest is free, you don't care about throwing away the foil from your sandwich.

It's a miracle to be able to go to the hospital, say that it hurts here, and wait for a solution. Not long ago, we were talking, fascinated, about the doctor. "They opened her up, and just as quickly as they opened her up, they closed her up again, because there was nothing more they could do," my aunt said, resigned. "She had a nasty illness," my uncle said. Today, anyone can go to the hospital and become a pundit on a private TV show. No healthcare worker wakes up wanting to make people wait, but many users (From the train, the doctor, school) they wake up wanting to scream. They love to scream; it gives them a kind of sexual pleasure, stemming from the belief that they've uncovered a conspiracy against them. Usually, the attention-seekers also tend to make a mess, because they don't like themselves. That's why they scream so much. What will they do when they get the ticket? Well, scream even more, that's for sure.