So yesterday, I went to see a doctor since my mother force me to. She say my forehead is suggesting a fever.
My mother accompanied me to the doctor’s. And there is this female doctor sitting inside the room. Frankly speaking, she doesn’t really look like a doctor. She looks like those ladies who should be having high tea at some restaurant in the city gossiping about the latest developments in the neighbor’s extramarital relationships.
But there she is, she is my doctor. The consultation doesn’t begin right away. I went in and she was talking on the phone. What the hell, she is wasting my precious time. I could have spend this time listening to an extra song in my portable CD player.
After 4 minutes [yes, I timed her], she puts down her phone politely and attended to me. I told her I have a fever.
She placed a thermometer under my tongue. I hate that. There’s a ear thermometer too, you know.. Who cares if it’s not as accurate, so long as it’s faster. The thermometer stayed under my tongue for a minutes but this minute seemed to be extremely long.
Finally, a beep and the thermometer is retrieved. It says 36.9, which is incidentally the best temperature one can ever offer to delight the doctors.
The doctor scribbled abstract art on my medical record and say that I have no fever and she’ll give me flu medicine and some antibiotics. All that takes only 3 minutes, including the temperature taking!
And she talked 4 damn minutes on the phone! To make things worse, my mother went on to talk to her about her children. They were merrily talking about job opportunities. About how good a job teaching is, etc…
Frankly, I don’t give much concern to this job opportunities thing. What I am more concern is – why the hell are they spending 11 minutes talking about their personal views when I am suppose to be the sick one?!!
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