The doctor's prescription

The board outside the doctor’s cabin read ‘A chocolate a day keeps pain away but brings the weighing machine closer’.  She smiled and entered in.  “How do you manage to do this all the time?” the doctor asked her. She said, “You’re a brat. You just want to do your thing. Remember what my friend said once? You did hear it. Your job is to just pump blood. Let the head do the rest.” “Then why do you give in to me?” the doctor asker her again. She fell silent. There was no answer. There was never an answer to that question. “Now that you’ve given in to me my dear, do as I say to get through this pain”, said the doctor commandingly. “Here’s my prescription for you, follow them for your good”, said the foolish but smart ‘heart-cum-doctor’. Smart because it knows to cover its arse well (ventricles and chambers in this case) for the foolish mistake it had committed. “2 doses of Old Monk minimum every evening for at least 2 months” it dictated. “Step two”, it said- “Listen to hard rock or metal or psychedelic trance or go another extreme; listen to hardcore melancholic Bollywood songs. Cry as much as possible. Now that you’ve cried enough, step three is to splurge on shopping for things that you would never need in future, but will give you temporary happiness. Step four: Party hard. Now come back and cry again. Step five is simple: You have to sleep. Kumbhkaran in our mythology books didn’t sleep eternally just like that. He was heartbroken. This is an inside story. So sleep like nobody is watching.” “Now, repeat these steps over a long period of time”. She stood up and banged the desk in distress. “Oh shut up. First of all you need to see a shrink”, she retorted aggressively. “You prescribe the same thing all the time, it never works”, she said with disgust. “Ha!” laughed the heart sarcastically. “My job is to make your head go bonkers. Now you know shrinks exist for whom” it said. She packed up her things hastily and said, “You’re impossible. I’m leaving”. “Hey, wait up. Where do you think you are going? Who’s going to pay my consultation fees?” it asked. With a tear down her eye, she said wryly, “I’m already paying a hefty price for your mistake, ain’t I you jerk? She wiped her tears and walked out of the heart’s chamber only to come back again someday.