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Wednesday, September 27, 2006

But Where's the Love?

When the first thing I did this morning was to spit out a blood tinged piece of solidified phlegm, I knew the trip to the doctor was inevitable.

So in less than two weeks, I'm onto my second consultation session with my "favourite" General Practitioner. YEH. (Throws confetti)

It seems that my GP is really eyeing for the ISO certification as he completed my consultation at an efficiency level that would put the most seasoned computer engineers to shame. He even managed to surpass himself and had spoken the least number of words during our consultations to date.

To recap, the conversation that transpired at the consultation I had last year was:

What's wrong?
When did it happen?
Say aahhhhh
Breathe in, breathe out
I’m giving you medication for flu, inflammation and antibiotics
You need a MC right?

In which the MS Word’s word count function tabulated it to contain 33 words in total.

The conversation at the consultation I had two weeks ago:

What's wrong?
When did it happen?
Say aahhhhh
Breathe in, breathe out
You don't have gastric pains right?
I’m giving you medication for flu, inflammation and antibiotics
You need a MC right?
Do you need a MC?

Contained 46 words.

The conversation that took place this time round:

What?
When did it happen?
Breathe.
No gastric pains?
I’m giving you medication for flu, inflammation and stronger antibiotics this time.
Bye.

28 words.

He even managed to throw in a Bye at the end. How amazing!! But Where's the Love? Where's the Love, Doctor? Even the MOs in SAF are less curt and have shown more care and concern. Oh well, at least I get a more colorful antibiotics tablets this time round.

Random Pictures of the Day

Trust the Japanese to come up with quirky products.

Look Mum, C Cups!

A product for those who have forgotten how to ahem stand up.

posted by Stormtrooper's Lackey at 3:22 PM

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