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It started off as an uneventful Tuesday.
The weather was grey and gloomy, completely different than the warm sunny day it was yesterday.
Since I had nothing planned for the day, I thought I'd just have a quiet day in and catch up with some blogging. I have so many drafted-but-not-completed backdated entries it's not funny!
Oh the sweet joy of procrastinating! :|
However, as I was sipping my red dates tea with wolfberries, I suddenly remembered that both of my ultrasound results should reach the clinic today.
And of course, being my usual obsessive-compulsive self, I just couldn't get the thought out of my head once it's there.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop thinking (and worrying) about the results. I just had to find out rightaway!
So I jumped out of bed and called up the clinic.
I was told that the GP I've been seeing, whom ordered the test originally, was fully booked for the day and there was no way they could fit me in, so I ended up making an appointment for this coming Thursday.
But knowing me, you really shouldn't be surprised of what happened next.
I couldn't sit still at all after I hung up, so I picked up the phone again after 15 minutes and asked the receptionist if I could maybe see a different doctor just to find out about the results because I simply couldn't wait another day!
I managed to get an appointment with a locum GP in an hour's time, so I hastily changed into the first thing I could find in the closet and added some colour to my lips.
As I was rushing out the door, I casually asked if D*'s boyfriend, who was spending yet another one of his (many) off-days at my place AGAIN, would like to come along with me. I guess I was in desperate need of some company, any company, since I was really nervous about finding out the results.
We got to the clinic, and I met with the locum GP, who didn't seem to have a clue of what she's talking about. She looked so lost and nervy, like it was her first day on the job. I tried to prompt her with a few questions to get her going, but those questions were answered with lots of umm's, err's, and I-am-not-sure's.
Well, personally I think it's a waste of money for Medicare Australia to pay someone to read us things straight off a report without the ability to explain or provide further information. What? Like we couldn't read plain English ourselves?
And it's a disgrace for those of us in healthcare when it makes general public think that they could depend on Mr.Googgle more than the people in white coats. Seriously, you don't need a medical degree to be able to receive fax and then pass it on to your patient, just like how we don't need a doctor who can do just that and ONLY that!
Anyway, it's just my pent up ranting, so feel free to ignore that.
Both my abdominal and pelvic ultrasound results came back to be normal for now (or that's what we're assuming at the moment), so thank God!
I breathed a huge sigh of relief. It felt like a heavy weight had been lifted from pressing down on my heart and I could breath again.
So I courteously smiled and thanked the locum GP, because that's what we good-Asian-girls have been trained to do since young - to always be impeccably polite and well-mannered regardless of what you think or feel. :|
After my appointment, I spent a rather decent afternoon hanging out with D*'s boyfriend, C*.
The weird thing about them is, he's not nearly as obnoxious alone as he is when they're together, and she's more so alone than when he's around.
Which got me start thinking about how the two of them managed to become a couple that everyone can't stand though they were two individuals that people wouldn't mind having around before they were an item.
Throughout the 1.5 years they've been dating, they've practically pissed off and lost the friendship of almost everyone around them. Didn't that set off some sort of alarming signals in their heads that maybe, just maybe, there really is something wrong with them?
I guess love is blind afterall huh? Sometimes not only one is not able to see the flaws of the person you're in love with, but one becomes completely oblivious of the people around you too.
And no, I'm not talking about public display of affection, which I have absolutely no issues with because I'm guilty as charged when it comes down to that.
But I guess I'll leave it for now since all of us here probably already have enough of my ranting for one day.
Till the next time, it's just another post of my pointless ramblings.
I hope everyone is having a great week. :)
The weather was grey and gloomy, completely different than the warm sunny day it was yesterday.
Since I had nothing planned for the day, I thought I'd just have a quiet day in and catch up with some blogging. I have so many drafted-but-not-completed backdated entries it's not funny!
Oh the sweet joy of procrastinating! :|
However, as I was sipping my red dates tea with wolfberries, I suddenly remembered that both of my ultrasound results should reach the clinic today.
And of course, being my usual obsessive-compulsive self, I just couldn't get the thought out of my head once it's there.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop thinking (and worrying) about the results. I just had to find out rightaway!
So I jumped out of bed and called up the clinic.
I was told that the GP I've been seeing, whom ordered the test originally, was fully booked for the day and there was no way they could fit me in, so I ended up making an appointment for this coming Thursday.
But knowing me, you really shouldn't be surprised of what happened next.
I couldn't sit still at all after I hung up, so I picked up the phone again after 15 minutes and asked the receptionist if I could maybe see a different doctor just to find out about the results because I simply couldn't wait another day!
I managed to get an appointment with a locum GP in an hour's time, so I hastily changed into the first thing I could find in the closet and added some colour to my lips.
As I was rushing out the door, I casually asked if D*'s boyfriend, who was spending yet another one of his (many) off-days at my place AGAIN, would like to come along with me. I guess I was in desperate need of some company, any company, since I was really nervous about finding out the results.
We got to the clinic, and I met with the locum GP, who didn't seem to have a clue of what she's talking about. She looked so lost and nervy, like it was her first day on the job. I tried to prompt her with a few questions to get her going, but those questions were answered with lots of umm's, err's, and I-am-not-sure's.
Well, personally I think it's a waste of money for Medicare Australia to pay someone to read us things straight off a report without the ability to explain or provide further information. What? Like we couldn't read plain English ourselves?
And it's a disgrace for those of us in healthcare when it makes general public think that they could depend on Mr.Googgle more than the people in white coats. Seriously, you don't need a medical degree to be able to receive fax and then pass it on to your patient, just like how we don't need a doctor who can do just that and ONLY that!
Anyway, it's just my pent up ranting, so feel free to ignore that.
Both my abdominal and pelvic ultrasound results came back to be normal for now (or that's what we're assuming at the moment), so thank God!
I breathed a huge sigh of relief. It felt like a heavy weight had been lifted from pressing down on my heart and I could breath again.
So I courteously smiled and thanked the locum GP, because that's what we good-Asian-girls have been trained to do since young - to always be impeccably polite and well-mannered regardless of what you think or feel. :|
After my appointment, I spent a rather decent afternoon hanging out with D*'s boyfriend, C*.
The weird thing about them is, he's not nearly as obnoxious alone as he is when they're together, and she's more so alone than when he's around.
Which got me start thinking about how the two of them managed to become a couple that everyone can't stand though they were two individuals that people wouldn't mind having around before they were an item.
Throughout the 1.5 years they've been dating, they've practically pissed off and lost the friendship of almost everyone around them. Didn't that set off some sort of alarming signals in their heads that maybe, just maybe, there really is something wrong with them?
I guess love is blind afterall huh? Sometimes not only one is not able to see the flaws of the person you're in love with, but one becomes completely oblivious of the people around you too.
And no, I'm not talking about public display of affection, which I have absolutely no issues with because I'm guilty as charged when it comes down to that.
But I guess I'll leave it for now since all of us here probably already have enough of my ranting for one day.
Till the next time, it's just another post of my pointless ramblings.
I hope everyone is having a great week. :)
