Splintered
Was meddling around with some bamboo baskets. A tiny piece got into my finger. Although it didn't hurt a lot, it was bothering me. So r@e told me to go see our company clinic, they would have some instruments to pull the irritating splinter out.
When I sat down with the doctor, after telling him what was wrong with me, he told me, "This tiny thing is not going to go through your blood stream, to your heart, and poke a hole in your heart. It's not going to be fatal."
Well, I was expecting your well-established clinic to at least have some kind of microscope (which he said they didn't have), to have some simple tools to yank that little splinter out?
Gee, the reason I went to a doctor in the first place was to seek remedy and some sort of comfort. What if this was a really big and bad splinter? We "commoners" obviously don't have the right, proper tools, and may risk breaking the splinter in the process of yanking it out right?
And I was feeling dumb instead!!! *bleah*
5 comments:
Such sarcasm! *tsktsk*
hmmm... always carry a vanity kit (which has a small tweezer inside) for such emergency :)
The doctor is throwing in an extra in his services... it's called humor... coz laughter is the best medicine
*lame* :p
lilsnooze > we women just need to "let go" sometimes, don't we? ;)
shutterbug > haha, after this incident, yes, i think i'll carry a tweezer, in addition to the nail-cutter from now onwards. but still, the doctor is supposed to solve all problems we have, or at least to provide solution right??? hahahaha maybe I'm getting lame too! =p
i have got tiny metal splinters into my hands a few times..
each time..i thought i am going to die of "heart rust"! hahaa
metal splinters??! i'll freak out if i was you! =p
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