Monday, July 9, 2007
So far, my clinics never fail to amuse me everyday.
It's more like medical services targeted at a completely different ethnic group, 50% of the attendants are Chinese. Unexpectedly, that's when the funny stories start to unfold themselves.
1st day :
Overwhelmed by seeing Chinese people, especially those cute old couples from China that argue or fight in front of you, and demand you to judge who's the right party.
Met a black man who asked me whether I am married or not. My GP got irritated and asked him to be professional. He nodded in acknowledgement and popped another random statement: I LOVE CHINA WOMEN.
One word: *****
2nd Day:
This 60 yr plus lady from China showered me with praises like how young and pretty I am bla bla bla . I sheepishly thanked her (and secretly or should I say, obviously was on clouds nine ) when she added the dreadful statement: Everytime I see people like you I got envious and feel like cutting your face with a knife. I can't help it!
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3rd Day:
Another woman from China again brought her father to consultation. She ended up writing her name and phone in a piece of paper asking me to call her when I am free. She wanted to cook me SI CHUAN foods! WOOHOO! I love hot spicy foods. She wanted my cell phone so that she can pick me up to the Saturday Dogs Competition or something.
I would love to say yes, but relunctantly, I have to keep within my professional boundaries. OH well.
4th Day
This poor Indian lady came in with complaints of hyperpigmentation. Unfortunately, she is very dark ( like the South Indians), it is very difficult to identify those what she called 'black rashes' on her face. She pointed at me and said she used to be as fair as me until she got the rashes. GP replied her flatly that: you are just DARK.
For 30 seconds I felt like laughing when I saw the look in her face. Honestly, I sympathize her still.
5th Day
This Malaysian woman came in to check if she is HIV or STD positive. She got over- excited when we passed her negative and started to talk about her stories.
She hold my hands and told me matter-of-factly:
you know, who knows how many women our guys sleep with. But sometimes..like. ..one day you know..this guy asked me to his place for a visit, so you know la...it was raining so heavily so I went in loh. Then he quickly took of his clothes wanted to have sex with me you know..haiyaa.. I was scared..but what can I do, you know or not.. (NO I DON"T, and DON"T WANT TO KNOW), his stairs is so high, what if he pushed me down the stairs if I hit him?? My brain will get burst..so not worth it if I die right..he can say I accidentally fail down right...haiyoo..my brain will burst you know...will BURST!! That stairs so HIGH, so HIGH, will burst you know. I tell you , young lady, if somebody wants to have sex, you cannot fight, just give it to him lah! At least if you got STD you can get treated, if your brain burst, can't even live lah! Like that no good right!'
It's good to know that my brain still works on its own.
But geez...
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