Nobody likes being sick, but my reason here is I seriously don't like the medical system in Australia, which you need to book an appointment OR wait for a few hours even though you are really really sick. There is no special treatment here unless you pay and call the ambulance if you are close to faint or the situation is too urgent. This is just so not efficient for the patients, but yes, I do understand building up more hospitals doesn't seem to be an ideal idea either, since such a small populated country doesn't need this much of facilities, in other words, wasting of government funds. But then again, letting the patients wait for a few hours or so sometimes may worsen one's sickness if they miss the golden time. For example, my mum who has been through a tough three months under shingles, and she is still having postherpetic neuralgia til now. Why? Because she pretty much missed the golden time to be diagnosed and treated. This is a disease that would cause high rate of side effects even after the removal of that blistery area, and she only gotta see the doctor and consult another specialist in St James after so many hours, because the waiting time was too long. OK, even we only went there to do a blood test and asked some questions about something else, it took us another hour and a half to wait. And you know what, we arrived half an hour before the medical centre officially opened..=.=
Anyways she was getting so emotional and cried because of something that the doctor asked, I thought that part of hers can never be healed, and I have always been knowing this. Dr Chauhan is such a lovely doctor, he gives us a really good feeling whenever we see him, as a doctor, and more like a friend to us. Before we left, he printed out an instruction to do a homemade nasal spray for me in order to intensify the effect of the one he just prescribed. Then he told me not to add too much soda as it may irritate my nose.
We went to Hursy at 1:30 to attend the appointment they have arranged for mum. In our way to the MTC, I saw my friend Jack, well, actually was my mum who told me to turn around because that tall and fat guy's face seems so familiar to her. She's got really good memories and eyes even though she has only met him once, and that was back in a few years ago in Mardi gras.
Anyways as soon as we arrived in MTC, the receptionist asked us to wait for another 10 minutes til their examiner was ready. And I have told her to chill because that wasn't even going to be a hard exam, but tested what her English level is. But my mum has been always a serious person, treating every little thing as a vital part as if that may change her life. Reading a short paragraph, filling in three sheets and answering several basic personal questions have taken her almost an hour altogether. Well, but the examiner is nice enough to give her plenty of time instead of pressuring her, and I was with her as well. After the enrollment exam, we were told that somebody would contact her two weeks later, telling her which class she'll be attending.
Somebody was back so early tonight but it was one of those nights we ended up arguing. It's just his high level of being a pompous abc is really disappointing to me, his usage of the label fobs does associated with its derogatory connotation. Perhaps he never noticed little things as always, and he never knew that some people might not like to be called as fobs because him, who was born here can never understand what we would feel about being put down in this way. A person like me who was being discriminated by people when I just came to Australia totally find this word really offended, so if you feel yourself more superior by calling people that, with that arrogant tone of voice, thinking of making this remark get you any cooler, then I am sorry, I find you really pathetic...
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