So I was at the doctor's today, seeing him just to get myself more cream and tablets for my eczema. And this doctor is quite a strange man.

[knock door, open]
RH: Hello
Dr: Mmhmm hello Renhao... hi hmmhmmhmm haven't seen you for hmm ooh quite sometime hmm hmmhmmhmm been about hmm few hmm months hmmhmmhmmhmm...

That's what spending 6 years memorizing every single scientific name for every part of the body does to you I guess.

Before that though. I had just got my queue number when, seeing that the inside seats were all taken, I opted to wait outside where there were seats too. I intended to give my ears a rest from my music while lounging back and reading The Devil Wears Prada.

As soon as I took my Zen out to turn it off, the music piping through my tortured ears suddenly stopped, and the moment I looked at the screen, the shutdown sequence was initiated, and the LOW BATTERY sign flashed.

Nice timing~

Then after that, I was paying for my medicine when I heard the sound of bells ringing, realising it was coming from the doctor's room. If not for the fact that I saw an anxious mother breeze by with an excruciatingly cute baby boy moments earlier (the doctor was probably about to shoot a .1mm needle into the poor boy's arse) I would have thought that the doctor doubled up as a medium as well.

When my medicine came as four tubs of cream, two tubs night and two morning, I asked if the doctor would allow another set (1 morning 1 night). After the lady had noted my request on a tab and slotted my record booklet in for the doc to decide, she returned quite sometime later with another four tubs of cream.

Well, the more the merrier. $220 whee. 'So how much can you claim?' my father asked my mom as he passed her the receipt for her to claim some cash under DBS's employee medical scheme, where she works.

Ten dollars, she replied.

They're a generous bunch. C'mon, admit it.

orchestrated by Renhao at 8:18:00 pm
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