A Conversation with my doctor, part 2

This Saturday morning I woke up at a ridiculous time at 7.45am to meet my doctor. Bleah.

My brain felt liquified with the viscosity of mud. This is NOT a session I am going to win.

'Quickly chiawyee, go see him now!'

'My god, mama, its 8.35am. I am suppose to see him at 8.50am. There's a LOT of time...'

She pushed me out of the car. Typical.


When I met the great man, my neurons are still trying to connect to each other.

'Hello, how's medicine school?' he asked smugly, obviously thinking of the tortures he went through.

'Okay I guess,' I said blearily. Then I whined. 'This is an
unholy, unholy time to make me come for an appointment.'

'Why? Don't you wake up early for med school daily?' he nonchalently flipped through my records.

'That's the point isn't it? Weekends are for sleeping in!'

He dismissed me with a dark portrayal of my future. 'Ha, next time, you have to wake up at 3am...'

'Ok, ok.' I stopped him.

'Anyway, aren't you free in medicine school? Test readings are ok, by the way.' he added.

'No i am not,' i said, outrage at his assumption.

'Yea? Your facebook photos are full of crap.' he shook his head.

'My....' (Honestly, i knew i should have expected it, but STILL) 'You are a DOCTOR,'i accused. 'You are supposed to be too busy to look at my things...'

'Hah, you never know. I have my clique on facebook also ok.' (I don't know if you had notice, but my doctor has an inner bimbo in him, which is why we talk so well together. Not gay though. Happily married with 2 daughters, nicely sarcastic wife.)

'Hah! It's not a fair exchange of information!! Your facebook is.... EMPTY, while mine is filled with all my...'

'Crap.' He said gleefully.

We went on talking about my other doctor and my terror of meeting her. He tartly reminded me that she was very powerful.

'I am NOT questioning her powerfulness, i am just saying that she is scary.' I said matter of factly.

'Your English has deteriorated in medicine school. Powerfulness...' he observed while he listened to my breathing.

I resist the urge to stuck out my tongue at him. 'Do NOT assualt me like that in the morning while my brain is malfunctioning. It is ethically immoral, especially to your patient.'

'When is your next exam?' he asked casually. (he did not mean the december one.)

'Oh' I paused thoughtfully for a moment. 'No clue man.'

'Sigh, ' he said. 'No life!'

I narrowed my eyes. 'Did you see my facebook?' i demanded. 'It's full of life! Yours on the other hand, is empty...'

'What to do?' he lamented. 'I have to take care of people like you..'

'That's what you signed up for!' I reminded him. 'And me,' I added.

'Ok,' he said with satisfaction. 'I'll put you on valentine's day!'

'Eh,' i said. 'What makes you think I don't have a romantic appointment that day?'

He raised his eyebrows.

'The future changes,' I said nonchalently. 'But alright, we'll put it there first.'

'Right.' he said under his breath. 'That's a horrible bag by the way.' He was referring to my blood stained Globe theatre bag.

'It's Macbeth.' I said in a holier than thou voice. I always knew my interest in arts will come to some use. He definitely look like he is resisting the urge to stuck his tongue out at me.

'Bleah! Well, see you in three months than... on valentine's day...'

'Or not!' I shot back as i walked out of that door.

God, i really need to sleep.

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