if my doctor was just available, i would not bother going back to that dreaded place. and just as i thought, the follow up consultation turned out to be another horror.
the doctor on the door #__ was the one who had checked me up the week before so she should be the one i should be asking for for this consultation. but she wasnt around. i can no longer wait for my head was throbbing so bad and ive only enough strength left to spend 4 more hours waiting for her. so i told the triage nurse my situation. she then decided to direct me to the doctor on the door #|||||. darn! i knew that doctor. she's known for diagnosing her patients from across her table (how tamad). can't forget pam's experience with this doctor (she just told me this morning) when she went for a sore throat check up one time (not sure if it's sore throat or anything that has got to do with her throat). this doctor then made pam open her mouth when she was a table away from the doctor. and then, the doctor held out the flashlight a meter away from pam's mouth the light would not even reach halfway across the table. duh! my experience with this doctor is as strange as that. i was nauseatic that time and a little anemic. after letting me in her room, she asked for my record. of course the triage nurse put there all the symptoms that i've been experiencing. after a ten-second glance at the record, she asked me: "When was your last intercourse?" I gasped. since then, i swore not to consult her ever again.
but then i had no choice that day. i was getting worse as the time passes. i had to get that over and done with. i was so afraid that i might have typhoid fever too since i have the same symptoms as my neighbor who happens to be confined in a hospital at the moment for the typhoid reason :(
so there i waited for almost an hour. finally, i got my chance. she was still sitting on her chair when i got in her room. she asked for my record. after handing her the bright yellow folder, she asked me if i took the medication prescribed by the other physician the week before. i said, yes but not religiously. she then concluded that i needed a laboratory test before she gave me another prescription. it must be my lucky day. how those needles have been a nightmare to me since i was little. she checked the box for cbc test on a piece of paper for lab test request. i insisted that she diagnose me first before i go to the lab. like ask me more of what i've been experiencing that week, what made me go to the hospital and explain to me the possibilities why i had been experiencing such stuff, etc. but to my surprise, she raised her voice insisting that i should go to the lab first. i was about to answer back when she took the lab test request from me and checked the box for platelet count. no point of arguing. i went out to go to the lab and computed how long the consultation lasted against how long i waited for my turn.
just going to a hospital or clinic makes me feel really sick. so the longer i stayed there, the worse i felt. when i finally reached the lab, i was directed to the cashier. darn, it means another set of walk. paid my lab fee, went back to the lab. the med tech seems friendly so i trusted that nothing will go wrong. i tried diverting my attention so i wouldnt feel the needle going through my vein. but oh no. my arm tightened, felt a little numb and painful at the same time. she was trying to let my blood out but it wont go out she explained to me. she might've noticed my pale face and maybe for fear that that i might faint anytime, she just decided to prick one of my fingertip. ouch, it hurt a bit but then, gathered all my courage, i was able to watch my dark scarlet blood fill the small vial. i prayed so hard that the nightmare would end soon. but it didnt. :(
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