I really have to blog about it. Never in my life have I ran out of patience. Omg. My aunt and I rushed to CDC clinic for my appointment. It was arranged at 2:25pm however, utterly disappointingly, I only got to see the doc only at 4:07pm. That means I've waited nearly 2 hours considering our arrival at the clinic at 2:07pm. Do you think I should not be fuming?
First they isolate me in a corner, explaining that they are afraid out-patients from wards might carry germs or unknown diseases. Man.. nevermind.. 30 minutes later, I realised the corner was deprived of air. It's super warm and stuffy. We kept waiting until my aunt burged into the room and the nurse admitted they made an error in the print of room which I'll be seeing the doc. WTF!
At 3:51pm, I was asked to wait further in a consultation room which provided a drastic change of temperature. Freak, it's so warm outside and now this eh.. I was really boiling mad.. when the doc finally sees me, she asked why I looked so puzzled. I asked her in the most "geih" (calm) manner, why my appointment was delayed for so unbelievably long. Only then she explained the staff have mixed up this doc for another doc who had a similar name, only differing by one syllabus. By then, the rightful doc had already got a list of patients to see. Damn screwed up!
I will and I swear I'll report this to the management. This was unacceptable. Made a patient wait for 2 hours for an explanation of the blood test results. My aunt was worried, wondering why they took so long for my diagnosis.
Anyway, the bloody long-awaited results reflected everything's normal except some trances of unfavourable news about my liver. Which the doc further ellaborate that it maybe temporary due to the dengue virus infection (which was confirmed) and effects of the strong antibotics I consumed during my fever-period. She recommends I abstain from chinese medications and drinking prior going for a checkup some month subsequently.
Man, at the end, she needed me to stay for the report.. Immediately I objected and request them to post everything to me. Specifically said "I'd definately want that..."
I left CDC to meet Clara (again) since she asked me to join her and Loo Wan for dinner. These two friends of mine are damn funny. One don't know how to go to Lau Pak Sah, the other couldn't confirm, still suggest dining at Lau Pak Sar.
Needed to get a cardholder, since my new wallet couldn't accomodate my collection of cards. So I pursued the two to change their dining venue at Cityhall, Clara could visit DMK at Suntec, while I could revisit Braun where I got a cardholder and a white leather cover for my miserably bare-passport. Hehe. Brilliant.
I made fun of Clara and her concealer again. This time to a bolder level. I actually shouted "You used concealer" when we were going up the esculator. Very bad, I know. But I really didn't do it to humiliate my close friend of course. It is this relationship which we had that explains why I dared to execute such insanity.
By the time Loo Wan arrived, my stomach felt deflated. We dined at Thai Express. I had green curry with fillet and rice. Seafood soup with glass noodles for Clara and I think was Drunken fried noodles for Loo. WE even helped Loo complete his school's researcher's survey. I role-played the "boss of a supervisor".. had a "deceitful" time doing so.. Omg.
After that we had Gloria Jeans for Loo to "park his butt".. amusing guy.. ba-gua abit.. crazy children.. When the clock struck half past 7, we proceeded with movie "Inkheart". I thought could be better. Ended near midnight, accompanied our dear Loo to the MRT and thereafter, took a bus back.
Along the way home, I couldn't help but think we have less and less to chat about.. Clara deciphered our lives are diverting, it underlies the lack of common topics and hence you know.. Perhaps she's right.. I was moe concerned that we're ageing and so does our lifestyle and friendship. It's turning dull.. and less exciting? It's good to be matured..at the same time, its worrying over the narrowing activities in th dawn of leaving "teens" era.
And I thought, I'm just over concerned over silly stuff. Most importantly, my self-reflection releapsed once again. At the end of the day, I reviewed my behaviour while with Clara and interrogated myself, doubting if my actions were acceptable and ethnical.
Nothing... and my mind gave up, given there are more important things like worrying what kinda food I should refrain myself from that causes further harm to my liver.
First they isolate me in a corner, explaining that they are afraid out-patients from wards might carry germs or unknown diseases. Man.. nevermind.. 30 minutes later, I realised the corner was deprived of air. It's super warm and stuffy. We kept waiting until my aunt burged into the room and the nurse admitted they made an error in the print of room which I'll be seeing the doc. WTF!
At 3:51pm, I was asked to wait further in a consultation room which provided a drastic change of temperature. Freak, it's so warm outside and now this eh.. I was really boiling mad.. when the doc finally sees me, she asked why I looked so puzzled. I asked her in the most "geih" (calm) manner, why my appointment was delayed for so unbelievably long. Only then she explained the staff have mixed up this doc for another doc who had a similar name, only differing by one syllabus. By then, the rightful doc had already got a list of patients to see. Damn screwed up!
I will and I swear I'll report this to the management. This was unacceptable. Made a patient wait for 2 hours for an explanation of the blood test results. My aunt was worried, wondering why they took so long for my diagnosis.
Anyway, the bloody long-awaited results reflected everything's normal except some trances of unfavourable news about my liver. Which the doc further ellaborate that it maybe temporary due to the dengue virus infection (which was confirmed) and effects of the strong antibotics I consumed during my fever-period. She recommends I abstain from chinese medications and drinking prior going for a checkup some month subsequently.
Man, at the end, she needed me to stay for the report.. Immediately I objected and request them to post everything to me. Specifically said "I'd definately want that..."
I left CDC to meet Clara (again) since she asked me to join her and Loo Wan for dinner. These two friends of mine are damn funny. One don't know how to go to Lau Pak Sah, the other couldn't confirm, still suggest dining at Lau Pak Sar.
Needed to get a cardholder, since my new wallet couldn't accomodate my collection of cards. So I pursued the two to change their dining venue at Cityhall, Clara could visit DMK at Suntec, while I could revisit Braun where I got a cardholder and a white leather cover for my miserably bare-passport. Hehe. Brilliant.
I made fun of Clara and her concealer again. This time to a bolder level. I actually shouted "You used concealer" when we were going up the esculator. Very bad, I know. But I really didn't do it to humiliate my close friend of course. It is this relationship which we had that explains why I dared to execute such insanity.
By the time Loo Wan arrived, my stomach felt deflated. We dined at Thai Express. I had green curry with fillet and rice. Seafood soup with glass noodles for Clara and I think was Drunken fried noodles for Loo. WE even helped Loo complete his school's researcher's survey. I role-played the "boss of a supervisor".. had a "deceitful" time doing so.. Omg.
After that we had Gloria Jeans for Loo to "park his butt".. amusing guy.. ba-gua abit.. crazy children.. When the clock struck half past 7, we proceeded with movie "Inkheart". I thought could be better. Ended near midnight, accompanied our dear Loo to the MRT and thereafter, took a bus back.
Along the way home, I couldn't help but think we have less and less to chat about.. Clara deciphered our lives are diverting, it underlies the lack of common topics and hence you know.. Perhaps she's right.. I was moe concerned that we're ageing and so does our lifestyle and friendship. It's turning dull.. and less exciting? It's good to be matured..at the same time, its worrying over the narrowing activities in th dawn of leaving "teens" era.
And I thought, I'm just over concerned over silly stuff. Most importantly, my self-reflection releapsed once again. At the end of the day, I reviewed my behaviour while with Clara and interrogated myself, doubting if my actions were acceptable and ethnical.
Nothing... and my mind gave up, given there are more important things like worrying what kinda food I should refrain myself from that causes further harm to my liver.
