Strokes of His Brushes In My Life
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I truly do not know what draws you to my blog. Maybe it's because you have collected the certification of being The Best Secret Keeper, and you feel obligated to come and clock your points :). Or maybe it is because this blog provided you with some decent dose of entertainment (a breath of fresh air sounds good :). Or maybe, you enjoying delving into the secret hiding place of a girl who feels like she is going deeper and deeper into the unknown.
Alright, I exaggerated. But, whatever it is, I want to thank you for coming by and let me know that someone's out there hearing my lungs out. I appreciate your coming 'cos I know that I have an audience to speak to. I love to tell stories of myself, and having an audience kinda makes me feel good about doing it.
Sometimes I wonder why do I not get many many hits. But I think about it again, it's good too. I feel like I am having my own private unveil-secret party. If too many people know about it... I cannot imagine that. Not alot of my offline friends know about this blog too. Which is good. At least I have some control over what they know about me and what they do not know about it. Provides a great outlet to release, yet I know I am not going to be questioned about who do I mean "irritating" in my blogs when I go out and meet them offline.
So, thank you once again, regulars. Appreciate your silence. I will take those silence as moments of agreement, moments of pondering, moments of wonderings, moments of sharing in what I am going through. Shoulder to shoulder.
THANK YOU.
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After paying for my step aerobics class fees tonight, I receive a phone call from my mom, telling me that dad is vormitting and feels giddy. My immediate thought was why didn't they send him to the doctor's and need to inform me first? Then I understand that this is one of the roles I have to play, now that I am the oldest child in the family.
We have this practice at our home area to get a queue number at the clinic early-early so that we won't have to wait for long. As I reach the office before dad, I went to get a queue number first. The lady at the counter asked me if I have a preference for doctor, and I said no. Later I found out that apparently, the clinic's popular doctor is performing a procedure and he is not able to see the patients tonight, and he is relieved by another doctor.
I don't know about you. Alot of times when I am at this clinic, the patients who walked in would ask for this doctor. If he is not on duty, they will refuse consultation. EVEN WHEN THEY ARE SICK. I think it's plain silly lor. If you are sick, see a doctor, whether he/she is popular or not. Granted that the popular doctor is good during consultation (friendly and detailed in his diagnosis, proper explanation of the illness etc), if you are sick, YOU ARE SICK. Why refuse treatment?
Anyway... The relief doctor says my dad has VERY high blood pressure. And ya'all know what that means. Impending stroke. My dad loves saltish stuffs. My mother (to my horror) even told me when we returned, that my dad drank brine on some occasions. I am like, HUH? Again, as the older child, I have to lecture him and tell him that a stroke is no laughing matter, etc etc... He kept quiet. The relief doc gave me a referral letter to A&E, says in case his condition gets worse and he has to go to A&E, can use the letter. The good thing about the letter is that I can wave it in front of Dad and tell him this like telling us he is almost certain to get a stroke. You know, like a licence to go into the hospital. My parents are the old chinese kind... You know, the aiyah-nevermind-lah kind. Mom's not so bad. Dad's very bad. Think I have to go get a blood-pressure reader liao. To monitor his blood pressure.
He is suppose to go for review tomorrow. I guess I will let my bro do the job, I will go for my "West Side Story" musical. Free Ticket leh. And I have been waiting for this musical for 2 months liao. Yeah, I am selfish. But I think it's best my bro go. Hey, he's an army medic leh. And he also has to learn to handle these kinda situation too. I mean, in case I am... gone. Or if I go overseas or what. At least he'll know what to do if it happen again.
My life.
I truly do not know what draws you to my blog. Maybe it's because you have collected the certification of being The Best Secret Keeper, and you feel obligated to come and clock your points :). Or maybe it is because this blog provided you with some decent dose of entertainment (a breath of fresh air sounds good :). Or maybe, you enjoying delving into the secret hiding place of a girl who feels like she is going deeper and deeper into the unknown.
Alright, I exaggerated. But, whatever it is, I want to thank you for coming by and let me know that someone's out there hearing my lungs out. I appreciate your coming 'cos I know that I have an audience to speak to. I love to tell stories of myself, and having an audience kinda makes me feel good about doing it.
Sometimes I wonder why do I not get many many hits. But I think about it again, it's good too. I feel like I am having my own private unveil-secret party. If too many people know about it... I cannot imagine that. Not alot of my offline friends know about this blog too. Which is good. At least I have some control over what they know about me and what they do not know about it. Provides a great outlet to release, yet I know I am not going to be questioned about who do I mean "irritating" in my blogs when I go out and meet them offline.
So, thank you once again, regulars. Appreciate your silence. I will take those silence as moments of agreement, moments of pondering, moments of wonderings, moments of sharing in what I am going through. Shoulder to shoulder.
THANK YOU.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
After paying for my step aerobics class fees tonight, I receive a phone call from my mom, telling me that dad is vormitting and feels giddy. My immediate thought was why didn't they send him to the doctor's and need to inform me first? Then I understand that this is one of the roles I have to play, now that I am the oldest child in the family.
We have this practice at our home area to get a queue number at the clinic early-early so that we won't have to wait for long. As I reach the office before dad, I went to get a queue number first. The lady at the counter asked me if I have a preference for doctor, and I said no. Later I found out that apparently, the clinic's popular doctor is performing a procedure and he is not able to see the patients tonight, and he is relieved by another doctor.
I don't know about you. Alot of times when I am at this clinic, the patients who walked in would ask for this doctor. If he is not on duty, they will refuse consultation. EVEN WHEN THEY ARE SICK. I think it's plain silly lor. If you are sick, see a doctor, whether he/she is popular or not. Granted that the popular doctor is good during consultation (friendly and detailed in his diagnosis, proper explanation of the illness etc), if you are sick, YOU ARE SICK. Why refuse treatment?
Anyway... The relief doctor says my dad has VERY high blood pressure. And ya'all know what that means. Impending stroke. My dad loves saltish stuffs. My mother (to my horror) even told me when we returned, that my dad drank brine on some occasions. I am like, HUH? Again, as the older child, I have to lecture him and tell him that a stroke is no laughing matter, etc etc... He kept quiet. The relief doc gave me a referral letter to A&E, says in case his condition gets worse and he has to go to A&E, can use the letter. The good thing about the letter is that I can wave it in front of Dad and tell him this like telling us he is almost certain to get a stroke. You know, like a licence to go into the hospital. My parents are the old chinese kind... You know, the aiyah-nevermind-lah kind. Mom's not so bad. Dad's very bad. Think I have to go get a blood-pressure reader liao. To monitor his blood pressure.
He is suppose to go for review tomorrow. I guess I will let my bro do the job, I will go for my "West Side Story" musical. Free Ticket leh. And I have been waiting for this musical for 2 months liao. Yeah, I am selfish. But I think it's best my bro go. Hey, he's an army medic leh. And he also has to learn to handle these kinda situation too. I mean, in case I am... gone. Or if I go overseas or what. At least he'll know what to do if it happen again.
My life.
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