Good news reached me today. After a long time without having coffee at home, the miracle finally happened. One of my patients brought me a bit of ground coffee this morning at the hospital, and he doesn’t know the joy that unleashed in me. Well, maybe he knows a little, since my face didn’t hide a single gesture—he must have noticed.
In Cuba, patients often give gifts to doctors for the services they receive, especially if they feel the care and treatment were of good quality. Some give more, some give less. Honestly, I prefer when the gift is simple, because otherwise I feel like I’m being paid for my services. And while I would love to live off what I do, the truth is I wouldn’t feel right charging an exorbitant price to someone who needs it but might not be able to afford it.
Back to this particular gift: it seems my patient was very grateful, because the coffee is of extremely high quality. The aroma is so remarkable that my coworkers kept asking where coffee was being made, not knowing that I was the owner of that treasure.
At home there was no sugar, so with a bit of condensed milk we reached the perfect balance. My wife nearly fainted when she found out I had brought coffee. She was so happy that I think today she won’t argue with me about anything. The downside is that I probably won’t sleep well tonight, since I had a big cup in the afternoon. So insomnia is guaranteed.
But it doesn’t matter. The pleasure of drinking homemade coffee is enough to endure the sleeplessness. I’ll just see what to do tonight while I count sheep to fall asleep.
English isn't my native language. Text translated with DeepL
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