i got myself a bit of diarrhea yesterday. imagine crapping 14 times 1 night and 4 times the next morning, only to go to the doctor feeling better. but got medication and it was free. both the medication and the consultation. no no. not the yih doc.it's the gp downstairs. cause he knows my mom and know me as a medical student. that's freaky eh? but it's still free. i cant recall what i ate though. must have been someone spiking my drink cause i remembered placing my water bottle on my motor bike basket w/o attending to it until 3 hrs later, by the time, endless possible events could have taken place. and i drank it all. or the food at the houseman canteen. i dont care. feeling better now is good. i always think as sickness as some form of weakness, however perverse tha may sound. like u ar not trying hard enough to overcome some biological malfunction or physiological glitch that's going on somewhere inside u. and this time it sucked. i have to admit that though i think that way, somehow, ironically i'm the exact opposite when i'm sick, like when it gets bad, every ounce of tenderness is a one ton elephant stepping on my heart (u know what i mean--> freak that was a bad one!). and with my negtive personality and fatalistic attitude, i tend to aggravate 'minor' ailments and wonder about the gravets of prognosis, like every damn thing associated with the diseased organ is a possibility- the worse the more possible.
medical school doesnt seem to help educate me in this aspect. it freaks me out even more. the more u know, the more u know what u're likely to die from.
sometimes i wonder wat doctorsdie from. someone should study this eh? it'll be intersting to find out.
medical school doesnt seem to help educate me in this aspect. it freaks me out even more. the more u know, the more u know what u're likely to die from.
sometimes i wonder wat doctorsdie from. someone should study this eh? it'll be intersting to find out.
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