A visit to the doctor

I am starting to realize that the events in life has itself a baffling side.

Yes, it is a good thing. Thank God for these little ironies.

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After a two-day wrestle with the flu virus (this is the newest strain. The previous strain probably underwent some mutations and this is really potent. I was experiencing muscle soreness all over and I would be breaking out in cold sweat one moment and being profusely sweaty the next), I decided that I had better see a doctor.

Yes, this is the third time I am falling sick ever since I came back. So yes, they always say that three is the magic number.

Anyhow, I kind of believe that my dread to visit the doctor had something to do with the fact that I really didn't hope to see her.

No, not that usual kind of patient fear for doctors.

I was afraid that she will nag at me. Like how she used to.

So really, it was really bo-bian that I popped into her clinic.

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Like I say, I thank God for the existence of these little surprises in life.

I can still very clearly remember how she told me off last year when I made up my mind to leave the country.

She said many many things, some blatantly hurtful, others innocently frank.

Whatever those things were, I cannot recall too clearly. I only remember that as far as I can help it, I will really never want to visit her clinic!

Maybe, maybe that explains my resistance to visit her despite the fact that I was quite sick last week.

So, when she said what she said, I was amused. Deep inside.

"You are a very interesting person. So what are you doing now?"

That was clearly NOT what she had said last year.

I told her my plans. And the next weirdest thing happened!

She told me to look at the British Council's website. She said it may be useful.

(And I just took a look, and she is right!)

Ha. Funny, isn't it?

And on my way home, I wonder if that is the mentality of people:

The first response would be discouragement.

When they realize your mind is more staunch than Mt Everest, they realize the only thing they can do is give you their blessing.

At least that is the impression I gathered following the trip to the doctor.

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When I sit down and examine my plans, I can confess that I have fear.

Fear that ultimately, I will succumb to that bug.

The comfort bug which plagues the many of us. Which may inevitably hits us all.

Inevitably, I say.

I don't know if then, will there be a doctor who is able to prescribe medicine for my condition.

So really, till then, what I do is to constantly remind myself of my three most immediate prescriptions.

Chinese, Japanese and Spanish.

Hopefully, they will serve enough an immunity potency when the need arises.