Tuesday, June 05, 2007

i have become a case study

ME? A CASE STUDY? YA GOT TO BE KIDDING

well, just came back from another hospital appointment due to a fungal infection on my leg. it looks quite disgusting though.

as i had an appointment, i was given priority over the other patients, and so when my name was called in les then 5 minutes, i've got quite a few curious stares. my doctor, dr lynn teo, senior consultant did a painful swab test at my wound before sending me to another room.

before i had to go to another room, i was made to have another urine test.

at the other room, was another doctor whose name i am unsure of. but as he was scrutinising my leg, i suddenly remembered that i have forgotten to tell the nurse in charge of my urine test that i was having that time of the month. it was kind of weird as i don't feel comfortable discussing my menstrual cycle in front of an male doctor.

just as he was scrutinising my wound, dr lynn came in and started having a 'doctor's conversation'. the kind where you will never understand a thing they are talking about unless you are a doctor yourself. after he came in, another doctor came in to say hi to my mum and they all scrutinised my leg. it seems like they are having a doctor's conference and i have somehow became their case study.

my mum seems to be quite famous there as they all know her. it was after that, that my mum told me that dr lynn was a senior consultant, the second male doctor was the head of department and that the third doctor was actually a dermatology professor. so yea i have became a case study for the high and mighty.

when i heard that i have to do yet another blood test, i swear my heart skipped a beat. damn, i hate needles. they are on my top ten list of most hated after egg yokes. and this time, the needle was damn thick can. and they took not two but three tubes of my precious blood this time. so yea, i need lots of blood now, i'm losing too much, one way or the other.

saw two prisoners walking past which rose my curiosity. i had no idea that prisoners now a days do not wear black and white strips anymore. instead, they wear bright orange. mum told me that it is so that we are able to spot them if they ever escape.

mum noticed an uncle who was sitting down waiting for his turn to see his doctor. while i was walking past him, she noticed that his, well, 'little brother' was standing. which was damn funny la since he looks older than my grandfather and that i was'nt looking my best either with no make up, and only a shirt with shorts.

did another swab test before going to the pharmacy to collect my medication. and my medication, is no joke. hell lot of them, ranging from pills to creams to wash.

ok, signing off

love
chanel