—A ver, Miguel, ¿Cuál es la capital de Venezuela?

—Caracas, Doctor.

—Muy bien —¿ Y cuántas personas hay en este consultorio, en este momento?

—Tres personas, doctor. Usted, la señorita enfermera y yo.

—Muy bien, Miguel.

—¿Tú sabes por qué estás aquí?

—Sí, Doctor, porque a veces percibo cosas que no existen, sino que están en mi mente.

—Guao, Miguel —dijo emocionado el doctor —tu progreso ante los medicamentos y ante las terapias han dado buenos resultados, así que estás de alta.

—Gracias, Doctor, ya voy a empacar mis cosas —dijo Miguel.

El doctor aprovechó el alta de Miguel para ingresar a un nuevo paciente.

Ya se había hecho el mediodía, cuando el Doctor fue a retirar su carro que estaba en el estacionamiento del sanatorio. Sentado en un banco de cemento, estaba Miguel, lucía muy concentrado e incluso se llevaba las manos a la boca para comerse las uñas.

El doctor lo vio y se acercó a él:

—¿Qué haces, Miguel?

—Hola, doctor, estoy viendo el juego de béisbol.

El doctor, al escuchar a Miguel, sintió una patada en el estómago.

—Mírelos, Doctor, allí están el loco Óscar y el loco Enrique jugando. Ah, pero, yo me voy a quedar aquí tranquilito, porque si me llegan a pegar la pelota, ahí sí es verdad, que me voy a caer a puño con ellos.

El doctor se regresó al consultorio y rompió la boleta de alta de Miguel.

—¿Qué pasó, Doctor? —preguntó la enfermera.

—Miguel me engañó de nuevo; un día de estos le daré de alta y yo ocuparé su puesto, jeje.

As usual, Dr. Prada arrived at the "José Gregorio Hernández" sanatorium. It was a Wednesday for a consultation. There was a queue of ten patients who were going for a "reconsultation." This is a strategy that allows the psychological conditions of hospitalized patients to be evaluated, whose psychological conditions are not serious, so some pharmacological treatments and therapies can heal them. This way they are discharged so that a new patient can enter.

The "José Gregorio Hernández" sanatorium is small. But the medical care offered there is of the highest quality.

Dr. Prada greeted the patients, and stopped in particular in front of Miguel, with whom he bumped fists in a gesture of camaraderie.

"Everything okay, respected Doctor?" said Miguel.

"Yes, Miguel, everything okay, thank you," replied the Doctor. "By the way, you look very well."

—Yes, Doctor, I feel fine, thank God.

The Doctor said goodbye to Miguel and began to conduct the consultation.

The patients entered the office, in order of arrival. The doctor was somewhat disturbed, because he had not been able to discharge any of the patients. That's why when Miguel came in he was happy, because judging by his body posture, his way of greeting and his way of communicating with others, he had overcome his hallucinatory crises:

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The doctor began to ask him questions to see if Miguel would answer them coherently.

—Let's see, Miguel, what is the capital of Venezuela?

—Caracas, Doctor.

—Very well. —And how many people are in this office right now?

—Three people, doctor. You, the nurse and me.

—Very well, Miguel.

—Do you know why you are here?

—Yes, Doctor, because sometimes I perceive things that do not exist, but are in my mind.

—Wow, Miguel —said the doctor excitedly —your progress with the medications and therapies have yielded good results, so you are discharged.

—Thank you, Doctor, I am going to pack my things —said Miguel.

The doctor took advantage of Miguel's discharge to admit a new patient.

It was already midday when the Doctor went to retrieve his car that was in the parking lot of the sanatorium. Miguel was sitting on a cement bench, he looked very concentrated and even brought his hands to his mouth to bite his nails.

The doctor saw him and approached him:

—What are you doing, Miguel?

—Hello, doctor, I'm watching the baseball game.

The doctor, upon hearing Miguel, felt a kick in the stomach.

—Look at them, Doctor, there are crazy Oscar and crazy Enrique playing. Ah, but, I'm going to stay here quietly, because if they hit me with the ball, then it's true, I'm going to come down hard on them.

The doctor went back to the office and tore up Miguel's discharge slip.

—What happened, Doctor? —asked the nurse.

—Miguel tricked me again; one of these days I'll discharge him and I'll take his place, hehe.

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