I'm currently down with a fever, call it the World Cup fever if you would. And for all the talking and trashing of how good it is to be sick so that you can stay at home? I think it's all CRAP.

You lie on the bed, trying to get your body to rest, unable to go out, socialise, breathe some fresh air other than your own rooms', missing out on stuffs that you would have done if you were not sick. ARGH!!! I'm so pissed at my own body for breaking down now! But then again, I'm the cause of my own body's downfall. So I guess I have no one else but myself to blame.

I was at the polyclinic just now and after numerous visits, it is only now that I realise one thing which I cannot make sense of.

When you go to visit a doctor at a polyclinic, you go through 3 stages-the pre-registration, the consultation and the medicine prescription. I went there today, a Wednesday mind you, and I was so happy there weren't many people of my species, as in sick people.

And yet the whole thing took 2 hours at least before I can feel the natural air hitting my face rather than the air-con.

I said 'yet' because I have visited the polyclinic on a Saturday, by which there were many more people of my species and logically speaking the whole procedure should take a longer time to be completed.

You think so? No, it took 2 hours too.

So what can I conclude here? That going on a weekday is no better than going on a weekend? That the staff is better motivated on weekends rather than on a weekday? Shessh...

I came well prepared, thanks to my previous experiences when I nearly went senile looking at walls and sick people for nearly 2 hours. So I brought along today's copy of The Straits Times in my bid to kill some time.











Perhaps I should consider bringing the previous 3 days' ones the next time I pay the polyclinic a visit.