Guess who is happiest about my chosen path?
No, not my mama and papa.
Definitely not my brother.
Me. I am happy. Not overly so.
Man, you will never guess it.
My doctor.
Oh yea.
The big man himself is in jitters.
Apparently, the moment i walked into the clinic, his nurse walked lightly by me and whispered 'We were gossiping about you just now.'
'Gossiping?' said I, ever suspicious of my medicine man. 'What did you guys say?'
'Oh, he says he is bored.
(Future doctors beware. from my experience, your nurses are the one who will reveal all your bad habits and mistakes for the patients to wield as weapons in the future). He says all his sees are old patients
(Hm, i thought. then why chose rheumatology?)Then we say we are waiting for Ms Choy.'
Very amusing.
Anyway, I thought, i do have some amusing things to tell him. My fanfare of entrance, however, was beaten by his quick wit.
'I have a good news, and a bad news!' I announced, as a way of entry.
'Oh,' he said drily. 'Again. Let's have the bad news.'
'Actually,' I said as I approached my punch line. 'I think they are both bad news for you...'
'why?' he interrupted, his wary-of-chiawyee radar in full mode. 'Oh my god. let me guess. You are not going overseas.'
'Very good.' said I, a little surprise and disappointed. 'But anyway,' I continued, determine to have my, even diminished, fanfare. 'My good news and your bad news is...'
'Don't tell me,' shouted my thoroughly excited doctor, waving his pen about. 'Lemme guess, lemme guess. You got into the Med faculty?!!??!!'
(The '!!??!!' is hardly exagerrated. As he spoke, you can see them dancing in circles around his head.)'Erm, yea.'
From here came a horrendous collection of maniacal laughter from both my doctor and the nurse as I sat slightly discomfitted, my fanfare dying in my throat.
'Very good, very good,' he said, tears streaming in his eyes. 'congrats. what did you tell them? What did they ask you?'
'Oh,' I said nonchalently. 'they asked me if I support the condom?'
'What?' he said, eyes huge with the wise doctor's disdain. 'Who is that?'
i was exasperated. 'Sir, the only doctor's name i remember are prof ___ and Dr ____'
'Ok,' he accepted that. 'Hey, come listen to this,' he beckoned his nurse. 'This is really interesting.'
That's nice. I thought. I am their personal entertainer.
'Condom, really?' he said. 'Who is that?'
'Sir, I don't know who he is.' I repeated. 'Gay though', I added, as an afterthought.
'This woman is terrible.' my doctor declared.
'I told him your name.' i informed him.
He looks slightly horrified.
'Anyway,' says my doctor. 'You have such an interesting life. Even your questions are weird. (Here he mentions something vague that relates to him being bored.)'
'Then why do you choose rheumatology?'
'Huh?' said he. He glared daggers at his nurse, who shrugged and laugh. 'I didn't tell you that, did I? I was inspired by lupus patients.'
'You were inspired by lupus patients.' I repeated skeptically. 'Why, because they have poetic sounding symptoms like moon face and butterfly rash?'
'No, because lupus is really systemic.'
'Systemic lupus erythamatosus is really systemic, that explains a lot.'
'Oh, and its hard to keep lupus patients.' he added as an afterthought.
'What a sadistic man.' i said. 'You like lupus because the patients die off easily!?'
'Well', he said defensively. '15 years later everyone is alive.Anyway, let's see, how many years would that be.' he consulted his calendar without really consulting his calendar, as all doctors too (aka, it is a cue for the nurse to provide them the info.) '6 years later I must get you into my department. (It's as though he found the date 6 years later in a calendar that marks only for one year.)
'Why?' I said. 'So that I can be your little slave?Anyway, 'I forstalled him 'are you a fierce teacher?'
'Well,' he said in a really smug stone. 'I heard that before coming to my tutorial, all my students must go to the washroom.'
I wondered how to break this to him gently, and decided there is no way.' I can't really believe that. Besides, perhaps they go to the toilet because your lessons are really boring...'
His smug smile disappear.
'Opps,' I said, hardly contrite. 'It's a student's secret. Perhaps I shouldn't have told you.'
The rest are more banters between us.
As I left, he said 'Don't torture your professors!'
'Oh please.' I replied. 'I'm so angelic.'
'Yea, right,' shot back my young at heart doctor, father of two (Courtesy of the nurse). 'I can practically see the angel dusts falling off you...'
But he is really excited. Really he is. Because later, when i got my appointment card, he got the date all wrong and had to re-write it again.