- Mr. Trump.
- Hello doctor.
- Come in, come in … I’m a little late … Sit down. So, tell me, where are you with the cigarette?
- I stopped.
- It is true? How did you do it?
- Willingness…
- Oh, I see…
- I missed the will. Must say that right now, it’s not going strong.
- When was your last drinking binge?
- Well, I would say … two, three weeks.
- Oh yes, anyway!
- And you continue to have a drink every day?
- Actually, there are days when … I forget.
- Mr. Trump, if you do not follow the treatment, no wonder you have a relapse!
- I’ll try to stick to it.
- No, not just trying, you MUST stick to it, okay? Well, drugs, still nothing on that side?
- Uh, no, not for now, but I’ll get started, I promise!
- You’ll see, it can get you in shape, a line or two, in the evening, quietly, in front of the TV. Hey about TV, where are we now?
- Three, four hours a day.
- Not bad. Some bullshit, I hope? No documentary, no cultural show, no art film, and especially essay, eh! Dung, okay?
- Yes, yes … on that side, no worries, nothing but nasty things.
- And advertising! Do not be afraid to put all your guts in.
- Yes, I do not hesitate to change channels to chain commercials, several dozen suddenly.
- Well. Nice to hear you say that. The sport?
- What slab! I take the car constantly, I park in prohibited parking or on the sites reserved for the disabled to avoid walking more than twenty meters. I take the elevator even for a floor. I spend my days sitting. In short, no physical exercise or almost, almost no walk.
- There, you are reasonable! You reassure me.
- Food?
- I still have a little trouble passing me vegetables and fruits.
- It will come. Do you think of taking sugars? Sodas, pastries, confectionery? Because if you reduce alcohol, you have to compensate, huh: fast sugars, otherwise the blood sugar drops and the hopes of diabetes are dwindling. Your cholesterol level has increased?
- No, it’s stagnating.
- We’ll have to watch. More fries, cold cuts, crisps, cheeses, butter, cream.
- Yes OK. I will be careful.
- And then, think about stress too, it helps. If you do not have enough worries, do your best to get more. You can always find a reason to worry, do not look for the pope at the brothel. The bums, who do not have some?
- For that, to rot my life, I do not get too bad.
- Good. I will take your blood pressure … 22/10. Perfect, it climbs. We should not miss an A.V.C.
- Or a heart attack.
- Keep the course. Do not let go, Mr. Trump. You come back from far away. A few months ago, all indicators were green: no hypertension, regular sports, no smoking, very little alcohol, an I.M.C. 19.5, no family history, a good cholesterol level, analyze always nickel …
- I’m doing my best, Doctor. I adopted a totally suicidal way of life, deplorable habits, a catastrophic diet.
- Remember: before, the smallest symptom made you anxious, made you immediately fear a serious illness. You constantly consulted for nothing. From now on, your worries are well-founded: you know that shit will come to you for good and that it will end badly, as a result of which you will never come back to break my ass and you will make peace with all those around you. good time for all.
- Yes. I really want to put all the chances on my side.
- As long as you worry, it’s better to do it for something that’s worth it, right? You were not going to spend the rest of your life tagging for anything. Enough waste of time. Do not do things halfway. Believe me, with a little perseverance, you will make it.
- You are right. I did well to listen to you, Doctor.
