Polyclinic trip

Reached home at 6++ and concussed on the bed, only to wake up at ard 9 in the morning,shivering all over....

Damm... its the return of...

FEVER KID!!!!!

Think i caught a cold while I was sleeping. A major factor of my illness would be my dearest mum, who took my blanket away to sun, while leaving me all open, "enjoying" the cold wind being blown from the fan.

Wanted to just take a shower and pop some pills before heading to bed, but Mum asked me to go and visit the doctor at the polyclinic.

So off I went, shivering all over.

When I reached the place, I was like "OMBFG!!!" It was damm bloody packed lah!!!
LEt me see... I pre-registered at abt 940am.... REGISTERED at 1030am.... waited for 2 hours plus to see the doctor....and waited for another 20 min to collect the medicine...

Fuck, i think if I was having a heart attack or something, I would have died 10 times and I would still have to carry on waiting...

And the most infuriating thing is that when it was finally my bloody turn to see the doctor, the doctor took only about 5 min to assess me and she was done.

I was like :"WTFH.... I waited for 3 hrs ++ only to get a session that lasted that short??? Not a very good investment choice..."

Painful lesson learnt: I will never ever ever ever go to the polyclinic on a Saturday anymore.