I stayed home from school today, for probably the 10th time this year, to see the doctor about my throat. So there I was, looking like a pale dead bat, entering the doctor’s office, being quite dissapointed that I got Dr Rosli (the guy who owns the clinik)instead of Dr. Nasir (the mad happy guy with the beard).
The thing is, I have been going to this clinic for as long as I can remember, right from my kindergarten days, through my primary years, and till now, though I don’t visit the doctor as often as I did before. Dr Rosli isn’t really one of my favourite doctors, as he is, well, weird. Again, today, he went on about how the clinic wasn’t going into profits yadayadayada, how the medicine they prescribed took most of the overhead, yadayadayada, and how lucky my dad was lucky working in a company, yadayadayada.
Last time I visited the clinic was on account on my broken toe nail, which was treated by Dr. Nasir, thankfully. The visit was quite short, compared to the fact that when I was in standard two, my mother and him would take 2/3s of the checkup time talking about politics.
“Demam ke tak?” my doctor asked, asking me if I had fever. I answered no, as I would get the same Raza antibiotics I get everytime I go there, which will lead to it being unfinished. Every single time. So then he asked me which school I was in, and went into a whole conversation about Encik Khalid, some teacher who was supposed to teach my class Technical Drawing, but ended up not showing up.
So he went on again about how the USJ 4 Branch made more money than the SS19 one that I visited, and how the Islamic Boarding school that went there had a flat rate, and how they lost out because, as said before, their drugs were somehow expensive
“Gunalah, ubat generic doktor” I retorted back eyes pointing to the Pharmaniaga Slimvastin montage on the wall. And he retorted back if I wanted generic drugs, though I know he wouldn’t do that, as he had already written down my own demand of prescription in the panel book. Heeeheee. Booya.