Another Day, Another Doctor.

I just hate having to go and see Doctors. Oops! That does not sound quite right, does it? I mean, with several friends in the profession, it would be almost impossible for me to do so especially... So let me rephrase that: I just hate going to Clinics! It is not for anything but, somehow some people gets the whiff of your intention so that every time I step into one, there's already a long queue! Take last night for instance...

These past few days I have been doing a heck of a lot of walking that I have have put strain on my left foot so much that the pain can be a killer at times. Thus I decided to see this orthopedic doctor, who also happens to be the owner - he and his wife, that is - of the clinic. And as I suspected, someone must have alerted the people because by the time I got there, which was about 8pm, there were already more than 20 people ahead. But, a guy has got to do what a guy has to do. And so I went to the reception, gave my clinic card and asked to see the Orthopedic Doctor by the name of Doctor Bezam. As it so happens, one of the loccum doctors was at the reception and she remembered me when I suffered from poisoning some months back.

The doctor took my card from the clinic assistant and then remarked "Oooh! Sihatnya dia...Apart from the food poisoning and the foot problem, you have not been sick! Oooh!" I was near blushing then, what with the other waiting patients looking and I was made to feel like an 8yr old. Still, my mind was going like "Oooh! Yes, I am sihat, thank you. But please, don't stop there! Aren't you supposed to be pulling my cheeks and like give me a nice big hug?" But tough luck, she did not hear my thoughts. Oh well, maybe next time.

So I took my number and waited and waited and waited. It was close to 9 when my name was finally called and I had my first meeting with an Orthopedic Doctor since a very long time ago. After mere speculations about the condition of my foot by several doctor friends apart from Doc TA and a young Doctor who is fast becoming a heart specialist, this time I want to be certain.

The kindly Doctor took a look at my leg even as I was lying on the examination bed. And as he does so he began pressing and poking at various points of my foot which had me doing something like the video below...twisting and shouting. But I off course, was doing it in pain.


Anyway, very much later after he had a look at the x-ray which was taken in the clinic itself, he admitted that his first opinion was not right and that mine was a case that affected the soft tissues. But what puzzled him is that soft tissues cases are not prolonged. Still, he gave me some painkillers and a medication to further reduce the swelling. Hmm...with due respect to him, I think I'll go visiting the heart specialist again. Who knows, may be a miracle might be in store?