…Cos you don’t wanna see doctors too often, do ya?
There was a time when being a doctor was COOL, the ULTIMATE profession everyone desires.
Of course, at that time Michael Jackson is still black. (Yes, he WAS black once)
And Charlie Charplin was still alive.
Now, why does everyone dread being a doctor?
I know why. Based on my own experiences.
This is a true story.
I’m not boasting… I just wanna share this with you….
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In a past not so distant…
I have a certain sickness/health problem called ingrown toenail and my lovely right foot thumb suffered infection which, according to my father, "caused an imflammation," and this means that my thumb tissues will "rot" unless treated.
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Unless given proper attention, I run the risk of getting my feet "amputated" (cut/chopped off).
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I wasn’t celebrating when I found out.
So I went to the nearest clinic to ensure I won’t live the rest of my life with the nickname "One-Feet-Hill".
At first everything was fine. It looked like a normal clinic.
The waiting room was air-conditioned, the seats are organized, and the receptionist wasn’t male (Normal, eh?). (+5 points)
I was called to see the doc without having to wait. (+1 point) So i left my seat, and entered a room that i’m gonna visit many more times in the near future. (…Sigh…)
Inside was a male doc (-25 points) with a mole on his lower lip (-5 points) by the name of Dr. XXX**. Whoa, even his name sounds evil hah.
So he looked at my right foot and asked, "What’s wrong?"
Then I said… Then he said… Then I said… Then he said….
So he used a very sharp thingy to take out the part of my nail embedded within my flesh. With minimal anaesthetics. But, being the man I am, I did not cry out in pain (because no amount of tears will be enough to justify my excruciating experience.)
After the process, he wrapped my toe-thumb with a bandage and some plasters (as if that’s gonna help.) and told me to take care of my toe because Inflammation will rot my tissues and may force amputation of my right foot.
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…..THANKS FOR REMINDING ME!
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2 days later, there wasn’t any progress of healing on my thumb, so I went there again.
He looked at my right foot and asked, "What’s wrong?"
So he used a very sharp thingy to take out the part of my nail embedded within my flesh. With minimal anaesthetics. But, being the man I am, I did not cry out in pain (because no amount of tears will be enough to justify my excruciating experience.)
Then he told me to take care of the wound, because bla bla bla.
After a week, my right thumb hasn’t healed, instead my LEFT foot thumb is having the same problem. So I went there again (I’m dumb, eh?).
He looked at my right foot and left foot and asked, "What’s wrong?"
So he used a very sharp thingy to take out the part of my nail embedded within my flesh. With minimal anaesthetics. But, being the man I am, I did not cry out in pain (because no amount of tears will be enough to justify my excruciating experience.)
Then he told me to something something somethingy thingy thingy blablabla…
As you can see, a pattern is developing here.
In fact, I went there so often for the next few months that my sister thought I’m secretly seeing somebody.
In school, Ai Wah asks daily: "Can I step on your feet?" while smiling evilly. "No,no, I won’t step on it…. Hahaha" She usually adds with a glint in the eye. Which is scary.
VERY.
Whenever someone asks me about the wound, however, I will answer like this: "The nail overgrows, and instead of going upwards, it goes sideways. Basically part of my nail will impale/stab (hands does stabbing motion) the inner flesh of my thumb. Hahaha. (Face makes an evil, happy psycho look.) To take out the extra nail, the doctor will use an extremely sharp thingy (screams a C-Sharp note) to PUUUULLLL (said with more impact) it out without much anaesthesia. Hahaha. (Face makes a happier psycho freak look)
By then, most people would make disgusting expressions on their faces (Ding’s being the most memorable)…. Man, that was enjoyable…. Until my toe starts hurting again, during which I will curse the doctor over and over and over….
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i’ve also got into more conversations with him (talking reduces the pain, slightly) and I found out that he has a band with his fellow friends. And that he loves Al Pacino. And that he had another patient like me… "She’s 9 years old. Heehee."
BAAAH!
So I stopped seeing him on one occasion. And, guess what?
The wounds HEALED by itself within a few days!
Imagine if i’ve continued receiving "treatment".
ONE FEET HILL. (make sure Chad Michael Murray plays ME!)
So, kids….
Eat those apples.
Now.
P.S. Dr XXX’s band name is……
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SLAUGHTERHOUSE.
Just want you to know. Ciao.