then, it was a high time to go for a visit at the most dreaded place on earth ever since i was a kid-the clinic. when i told the ladies at the counter of my number/pass code or whatsoever it is, identification number sounds better i reckon, they were flabbergasted. i know. the last time i was there is like 10 years ago. 2001 as my eyesight is still function-able. i saw that from the patient record card. and if i am not mistaken that was when i got some minor allergic or probably just harmless rashes as the prescription was just Calamine lotion.
and at the end of the day, it was a free of charge consultancy.
the questions have been really hard for me to answer. among the reasons for me to hate holidays is that i would meet up with people and they would be asking the million dollar question which is how's life. How is life. right. so, i would be expecting myself to say life's okay, good sure. i mean, the questioner wouldn't have intended to hear me whining about how i wish there was a second road taken or a detour because sometimes i dont even know if i want to move on, by asking that question. it was just a simple simply phrase question after all. maybe i am the only one who is taking it seriously. but frankly, there's a lot to it.
i wouldn't deny that i still have interest in gaining more knowledge on medicine. the problem is that i don't take the initiation to fully apply it and bear it in mind. it was all just in my short term memory. i am really frustrated at myself sometimes. Well, the doctor i was consulting today was the first one ever asked me if i regret doing medicine, my answer is yes. i would say yes all the time. Would i quit it before i completely my studies, securing a MD, definitely no. i would not quit until the dean kicks me out of his precious faculty.