Clinic

I have been up to lots of things. Firstly, my weekend was super busy with mum in KL and despite having the enough sleep and even some crazy exercise, I have left with nothing much of time to write.

It is already Thursday and I was officially on MC yesterday because the migraine struck me in the middle of the night for no apparent reason. I thought I could get away with some sleep but instead woke at 3am, with migraine dancing it's cha-cha pounding steps along my poor head. Bloody hell. I even had trouble going back to sleep but after the Panadols worked it's way up, it managed to doze me off.

I woke up at 7am, with my head still heavy at one side and I seemed to have tendencies for vertigo at that point, so I call it a day off. Thought I would wait for the shabby neighborhood doctor to open but she was still close at 10. Gosh, some people just don’t have any life urgency don’t they? What if I have this bleeding cut and blood has been spouting like a water hyderant since the wee hours of the morning?

I had to call that crap company vendor to get alternative clinics which are near the neighborhood otherwise, as usual, these people will give me a hard time on the medical bill claims. So there I was, jotting numbers and addresses of the clinics I have never heard off.

I found one who is at the other side of the neighborhood, far it may seemed to be but hell, when you need a doctor, you just need doctor. So I drove over. The nurse who was supposed to give me direction gave me all kinds of landmark which was homogenous, like Hong Leong Bank, workshop, Maybank and tyre shop. Sounds like everywhere to me.

When I drove around, I spotted the clinic and honest to God, all she had to say is," We are next to Sid's Pub." Gawd!!! That makes more sense because one don't get homogenous Sid Pub in a neighborhood.

Alas, the clinic I found. What an impressive one. Clean, air-conditioned, well kept and complete with in-one-piece magazines and pretty up to date ones too! I mean, if I am to compare to the one that I frequent, that clinic puts every clinic to shame because it's dirty, has only 1 fan on the ceiling top that turns like it is running on mere generator power, floor that looks like it has not been mopped since it was opened, all torn up magazines which dates back to 2003, sofas that are tattered and torn at most corners where all foams seemed to have collapse when one habors the ass on it and a toilet that could compete with the local coffee shop's.

I mean, this clinic doesn’t even require any card to fill my details and everything is pretty much computerized. It's like a visitation to Heaven and Hell [as far as I'm concerned]. When the doctor saw me, she even for her notea scribbled onto an ala i-pad along with recording the details of my problems, the recommended medication and everything else.

God, it was truly Heaven and Hell experience as far as I am concerned. Haha…

Which makes me wonder, why aren't some people not taking pride of the stuff they have choosen as their career. Whatmore a noble one like this. Why is it that some people just knows how to pocket what they think they deserve and never bother giving back, some way or rather. Funny.

Well so there, some experience to a clinic that made me ponder about people in general. Funny, people with similar things they do in life and yet their approach is entirely the oppose. Both surviving. Both giving the same purpose. Of course, I'll come back to the livilier and professional one... like all things we do...