I went to the doctor's the other day..presenting flu like symptoms and I was forced to wear a mask and sit in the quarantined area
which was also the Kid's Corner (swine flu victims do not get age old tv weeks and woman's weekly's...its miscellaneous Lego and wooden horses to pass the time) I was instructed to wash my hands every time I touched my face or sneezed or spoke
or smiled or did anything pig-like. The other patients (mainly old ducks with bowel problems) sat opposite me protected by a pane of glass. If the receptionist didnt gesture towards the sanitiser every time I flinched in my plastic kid's chair
the old ducks were sure to shoot me a look of disgust. The young Indian doctor was reluctant to shake my hand but he did, and I give him credit for that...they would have been as dry as autumn leaves after constant exposure to the hand sanitiser.
After straining to hear my muffled voice the young Indian doctor told me to take the mask off..and began to interrogate me on my recent travel history and social adventures.I was examined (it was a really great idea to not wear anything underneath
my jumper..made things lovely and awkward for the young Indian doctor and I)
Apparently I hadn't been anywhere or done anything remotely interesting and
and I was given antibiotics for my 'common cold' and dismissed to reception. I'm sure everyone was happy to see me out of the mask..
'oh' I could see them thinking 'what a waste of sanitiser'.
which was also the Kid's Corner (swine flu victims do not get age old tv weeks and woman's weekly's...its miscellaneous Lego and wooden horses to pass the time) I was instructed to wash my hands every time I touched my face or sneezed or spoke
or smiled or did anything pig-like. The other patients (mainly old ducks with bowel problems) sat opposite me protected by a pane of glass. If the receptionist didnt gesture towards the sanitiser every time I flinched in my plastic kid's chair
the old ducks were sure to shoot me a look of disgust. The young Indian doctor was reluctant to shake my hand but he did, and I give him credit for that...they would have been as dry as autumn leaves after constant exposure to the hand sanitiser.
After straining to hear my muffled voice the young Indian doctor told me to take the mask off..and began to interrogate me on my recent travel history and social adventures.I was examined (it was a really great idea to not wear anything underneath
my jumper..made things lovely and awkward for the young Indian doctor and I)
Apparently I hadn't been anywhere or done anything remotely interesting and
and I was given antibiotics for my 'common cold' and dismissed to reception. I'm sure everyone was happy to see me out of the mask..
'oh' I could see them thinking 'what a waste of sanitiser'.
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