The Average Hell House Stories Chapter 6:Appointment with Needles And Syringes!

So I am here in ‘UH’ with my freaking mum whom I hate very much, to do a surgery regarding my very spasticated foot that so happens to have a hole in it[VERUCA!!].My mum-[whom never EVER wears a tudung] suddenly decides it is in her finest of interests to wear one and of all the days, TODAY! Let me see, she had already destroyed my morning by waking me up 2 hours earlier for my surgery [NOT TO MANTION SHOUTING AND BANGING THE DOOR!]When I was already awake. She then continued her screaming for more POINTLESS REASONS! When I get down stairs faster then she predicted [MORE SCREAMS].This time her Scream again of something completely irrelevant to the surgery such as the reason that she suddenly doesn’t like me wearing short sleeved shirts saying that I have no religion![In my head:WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF?????]Then when we finally arrived still 2 hours earlier, she decides to put on her very fake Malay accent [one she doesn’t commonly use unless it’s because she doesn’t want to feel neglected by fellow me-layu’s]OMFG!!!!To make things that much worse, she decides later on to take the opportunity to eat [one of her many hobbies] after not knowing that she took a ticket from the wrong WARD!![I my head: You see NOBODY FREAKING LISTENS TO ME!!]OMFG!!!!!!!Damn! With such feeling of embarrassment I am forced to eat. A thing that I am sure most would not realise when they go to hospitals are, the fact that most interns and doctors are like HAWT!!!And when I mean HAWT,I mean HAWT-With the capital ‘H’!It felt like I was living a real moment of one of those ‘Greys Anatomy,’ or ‘Scrubs’ moments where you see a ‘Mc.Dreamy,’or ‘Mc.Steamy’ walk pass you! So anyhow, after we ate, my mum goes hasting down the corridors [In my head: Acting and thinking she is so damn smart going the wrong direction!]And whilst again embarrassment must go on, a group of hawt interns walk pass me smiling whilst I [In my head: DAMN FUCKING EMBARRESSED!] rush away to the actual place we were supposed to be. Then again, the fault of my clueless mother [In my head: That Still Doesn’t Want To Accept Her Defeat] go again to the wrong FREAKING WARD! Yes it was the autopedict ward! Not the Operation room or the I.C.U man!!!! So anyways, we arrive with the number NO5012! [In my head: DO you know how many FUCKING TIMES I HAD TO TAKE A FUCKING NUMBER and WAIT WITH a PSYCHO!!!!]So thinking being early you will get treated first, no we had to wait for what seemed and felt like a DECADE! There in the corner of the room, the TV was on, and I was feeling quite annoyed as there were these little children singing, sounding like crying cats! Damn and how did they get on TV I question? All thanks to mum’s connection agency call 911 now and get free service. Mums services were it’s the mother who knows Worst! Then as I was using my phone, my mother shouts at me and passes me the paper [SHOUTING IN MALAY I MIGHT ADD!]So I read my fav! Footballl.My husband ‘Michael Ballack’ was in there man!!!!WWWWWWoooooooooo! I love him; the poor guy still hasn’t recovered! So never mind, at least football news was still available. So yes, I was patient enough to wait a decade long just to be treated! And to be completely honest, 2 in a half hour for service in a PRIVATE hospital plus coming early, is considered in my books: FUCKING BADDDDDD!!!So when my number was finally called, I meet this doctor rite, who looks like [Damn I just woke up and I have to treat sick people all day and be most likely to get infected] kindda face. So he sys to me what’s up with your foot, then my mum explains to him that my brother cut out the part of the hole that was coming out of my foot with a kitchen knife. So as he is sitting and listening, he says and your brother is very intelligent. How old is he?[In my head: ARE YOU FREAKING TRYING TO BE SARCASTIC OR FREAKING TREAT ME AFTER MAKING ME WAIT FUCKING LONG!]The ext word that popped out of his mouth after further examining of my foot is.
Doctor: So did you want to remove it?
Mum: Yes doc, because my daughter can’t walk. So are you going to perform the surgery?
Doctor: Oh, normally we don’t do surgeries on the second check up.Becides; the bookings for surgeries are completely full. Let me try and see if I can add you in.
And this is me in my head rite at that very moment [WHAT THE FUCK!!!!You idiot SHIT! You made me wait AN ENTIRE WEEK JUST TO SAY YOU CANT FUCKING DO IT TODAY!!!!!WHATS WRONG WITH YOU DAMN IT!]Then, moments of silence,
Doctor: I think you can have the surgery this coming Thursday in the afternoon. At 2.30pm.It would be best if you came earlier.
I seriously can’t believe that all that was for nothing. Doctors are testing my patients! I can tell you one thing from what I have learnt today, and that is: If you should choose between life and death, DON’T EVER GO TO A DOCTOR IN MALAYSIA AS A LAST RESORT!!!!!