I hate being sick


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It has been quite some time since I fall sick last time. Come to think of it, this should be the first time I take M.C. and also the sec­ond time I go to the clinic.

It is a ter­ri­ble expe­ri­ence espe­cially when my fam­ily is not around. Dad can never diag­nose me and mom can never wake me up in the mid­dle of the night and ask me to take medicine.

Called my mom yes­ter­day and she feels a bit wor­ried after know­ing that I’m not feel­ing well. I miss you mom and hope you had a great Mother’s Day.

Yes­ter­day I went to The Curve and Ikea. Wasn’t feel­ing that well so my friends and I left ear­lier. Got home and took a shower than straight away sleep. When almost mid­night, I woke up and I felt sick already.

So I went to a 24 hours clinic nearby and waited for almost 20 mins just to get myself reg­is­tered. Waited another 20 mins until the nurse called my name.

Went into the room and saw an Indian guy doc­tor who speaks and acts very softly. Hmmm… not a very good first impression.

“So what’s wrong with you?”

“I think I’m hav­ing fever”

“Hav­ing cough?”





“Not yet.”

“Run­ning nose?”


“What else?”

“Errr… headache and mus­cle pain.”

“Okay, leave up your shirt… higher… Okay, now turn around.”

The doc­tor uses a stetho­scope to lis­ten to my chest, stom­ach and back.

“Okay, now go and lie down on the bed. Losen your pant.”

I was like… what the? What the hell you want to do to me?

The doc­tor uses his hand to press my tummy, here and there.

Then the doc­tor said, “Sorry, do you mind?”

With­out wait­ing for me to ansewr, the doc­tor straight away pull my pant all the way down and start press­ing my lower tummy around my ‘brother’.

“Any dis­com­fort?”

“Errr… err… nope…”

WTF!!! Let­ting an old guy who looks like a ham­sap lou pull down my pant and press here and there and you were ask­ing me any dis­com­fort??? Absolutely yes lah!!! I feel like he wants to see my ‘brother’ more than he wants to diag­nose me.

“Okay, now I need to help you to ejec­u­late to get some spec­i­men of your semen.”

What kind of clinic is this???!!! Okay lah, there is no such kind of clinic that ask peo­ple to ejec­u­late, I made that up.

So after press­ing my tummy all over, he says that’s all, thank you and please take care (which I feel extremely fake). The whole process took less than 10 mins.

I got 6 packs of med­i­cine, for fever, for vom­it­ing, for mus­cle relax, for morn­ing flu, for night flu and antibi­otic. RM50 alto­gether. Sigh…

6 packs of medicine

I always wanted to say this for a long long time, I don’t like clin­ics because the doc­tors and nurses are all very fake. The doc­tors pre­tend to be friendly and the nurses were so fierce. They ask you what’s wrong with you instead of telling you what’s wrong with you. They ask you this and that just for the sake of ask­ing you this and that. They could have straight away ask you what med­i­cine you want, and there you go and take the med­i­cines from the counter. They never really want to cure peo­ple but sell­ing drugs and earn money are more impor­tant to them.

I hate being sick.


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CommentNo. 1

Max13 May 20085:34 AM

I think the rea­son why they wanna press lower tummy is to see if we have con­sti­pa­tion prob­lem or not gua… if lower tummy is hard then they’ll ask you when was your last time you poop.

“Stan­dard pro­ce­dure“

Author’s CommentNo. 2

Den­nis13 May 20087:10 PM

He could have just ASK prop­erly if I’m hav­ing con­sti­pa­tion or not mar. How old already, I know when I’m hav­ing con­sti­pa­tion 1.

Some more how can diar­rhea and con­sti­pa­tion come together 1? It doesn’t make sense lor…

I won­der if he is doing the same thing to girls.

CommentNo. 3

ahzenn13 May 20089:10 PM

Yier… so ter­ri­ble one… next time dun go that clinic le…

CommentNo. 4

Max14 May 20081:44 AM

I think he only do that to guys la… hehehe

CommentNo. 5

Bel Koo7 June 20088:52 PM

obvi­ously, the doc­tor so ham­sap. T_T” next time dun go that clinic le~

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