What a Day-saster!
I had a health check up in a hospital that I frequent and what a day! I believe in being on time because it is an impression that people will have of you so I was there at 8. After all the necessary documentations and lah lah lah, I was asked to have my blood taken. While waiting, a group of four people came ten minutes after me and guess what happened next. They were called in first!
Knowing me when I am the epitome in school on how people should never cut lines, I was furious. So the test for my high blood pressure skyrocketed and the nurse was asking me if this was ordinary. Yeah Miss! Wanna rub it in? Then because of my splitting headache, I couldn't read any of the numbers on the board. I was able to read the number 5 as it was projected on the screen about three inches big.
Then I heard the names called for x ray examination and I was in the middle pile, after two persons. When we proceeded to the exam room, I was called last again. God knows how difficult it was for them to pronounce my name, JO- NHUH-THUN!
I was so pissed that I went to the International Relations Services for translations and complaints. After some breathing exercises in front of a beautiful lady who speaks English, I decided to have their 'free' healthy meal before going on my next hurdles. There were no seats available, no spoons and appalling breakfast of cereal and milk of which I have an intolerance to. I wonder if I could actually mix my coffee or tea with my finger and sue them for burn.
I left the hospital and devoured on McDo breakfast meal of Sausage McMuffin with egg plus coffee. Heavenly grease and arteries clogging combination for stroke and Alzheimer. Phew! Another trip to a hospital in the future.
As they needed a urine analysis, they gave me a plastic bottle to fill. I could have filled the small bottle with beer as my urine sample so as I be labelled alcoholic. So after filling it with my very own liquid waste, off for my eye and dental exams. I hope they both check my eyes because it says, eye exam.
While waiting for my name to be called, I received a call from the same hospital asking my whereabouts. I told the person on the other line that I was on the third floor, just two floors below where I was earlier. Then I was told I will never be called because I do not have the correct papers with me, what the 'pack'! If the translator didn't follow me, I will be typing this in the hospital because I ended staying there for a night.
The results of the tests were scheduled at one in the afternoon and of course as it was a day-saster day, the doctor came in late and I was finally called at 2:10. Some more checks from Dr. Tardy and the verdict: normal with everything except for less intake of carbohydrates and sweets.
Sigh, after my most memorable Sunday escapade at the hospital, I went to the nearest mall and bought jellies, bread with mayo and pork floss, and roast pork with butter bread. Yum! Did I say I listened?
'Pack' this Benign Positional Vertigo I am experiencing!
P.S. The kind lady was named Fah and she helped me throughout. Fah is literally translated as heaven and she was angel sent. I gave her a bar of dark chocolate as a token of appreciation.
Knowing me when I am the epitome in school on how people should never cut lines, I was furious. So the test for my high blood pressure skyrocketed and the nurse was asking me if this was ordinary. Yeah Miss! Wanna rub it in? Then because of my splitting headache, I couldn't read any of the numbers on the board. I was able to read the number 5 as it was projected on the screen about three inches big.
Then I heard the names called for x ray examination and I was in the middle pile, after two persons. When we proceeded to the exam room, I was called last again. God knows how difficult it was for them to pronounce my name, JO- NHUH-THUN!
I was so pissed that I went to the International Relations Services for translations and complaints. After some breathing exercises in front of a beautiful lady who speaks English, I decided to have their 'free' healthy meal before going on my next hurdles. There were no seats available, no spoons and appalling breakfast of cereal and milk of which I have an intolerance to. I wonder if I could actually mix my coffee or tea with my finger and sue them for burn.
I left the hospital and devoured on McDo breakfast meal of Sausage McMuffin with egg plus coffee. Heavenly grease and arteries clogging combination for stroke and Alzheimer. Phew! Another trip to a hospital in the future.
As they needed a urine analysis, they gave me a plastic bottle to fill. I could have filled the small bottle with beer as my urine sample so as I be labelled alcoholic. So after filling it with my very own liquid waste, off for my eye and dental exams. I hope they both check my eyes because it says, eye exam.
While waiting for my name to be called, I received a call from the same hospital asking my whereabouts. I told the person on the other line that I was on the third floor, just two floors below where I was earlier. Then I was told I will never be called because I do not have the correct papers with me, what the 'pack'! If the translator didn't follow me, I will be typing this in the hospital because I ended staying there for a night.
The results of the tests were scheduled at one in the afternoon and of course as it was a day-saster day, the doctor came in late and I was finally called at 2:10. Some more checks from Dr. Tardy and the verdict: normal with everything except for less intake of carbohydrates and sweets.
Sigh, after my most memorable Sunday escapade at the hospital, I went to the nearest mall and bought jellies, bread with mayo and pork floss, and roast pork with butter bread. Yum! Did I say I listened?
'Pack' this Benign Positional Vertigo I am experiencing!
P.S. The kind lady was named Fah and she helped me throughout. Fah is literally translated as heaven and she was angel sent. I gave her a bar of dark chocolate as a token of appreciation.
Comments
Take care of your health, sabi nga eh 'health is wealth' lols.
Ang init na nga ng ulo mo tapos tinatawanan ko pa..
You seem to be able to see the good and funny side of things..
Pero ingat sa pagpili ng mga pagkain. Mahirap magkasakit. Nakakatamad pa naman pumunta sa hospital. The only thing I love about hospitals I've been confined on are their pillows. Hehe
You'll get used to it. For me, i get a lot of misfortunes every week, almost on a daily basis that i have learned to live with it. So now, it's normal. And when something really good happens to me, I get nervous because it's so out of the ordinary. Hahaha!
I was looking for your blog when you posted a comment s blog ko, finaly nahanap ko na din blog mo! achievement! hahahaha.
Thanks. Hindi siya Fah- ra sa akin dahil reserved siya Fah-ra sa iyo. Halina't pakikilala kita, ha,ha,ha. Oo nga, health is wealth, aanhin ang kayamanan kung ibabayad sa ospital sa kalaunan.
I wrote it as a humour post. Diyan ako magaling, to make fun incidents that I feel so frustrated to. Mas nakakatawa yan kapag ikinuwento ko or written in Filipino. Anyway, I do like hospitals as I feel I am safe. Besides, I am already a regular from major operations, accidents, and sickness. The best part of all was going there by myself, feeling brave!
The three Es, needed the two but not the last one. I wonder how the feeling is, can you describe it please?
Your misfortunes every week is probably telling you something, that something is wrong with your body. Take care of yourself, I know it is difficult as you are alone, but there is no one to help you but yourself.
Thank you. Kaya nga day-saster dahil sunod sunod, ha,ha,ha. But now I have a post and a story to tell. Thanks for the visit!
My head was tossing and guessing which silly hospital be it Siriraj, Bumbroongraj or Christian Hospital? Never mind, you endured well and it reminded me about my own blood pressure that shot up as I ran mighty fast to the operations theater to offer my rare Blood A+ for a open heart surgery patient after SOS news went on air. The nurses had to check my BP and it was too high because I just ran faster than Usain Bolt. Idiot hospital.
Anyways, it is good to see you laughing!