It was a beautiful rainy morning. Unfortunately, I had to drag my excruciatingly aching body and swollen feet to work. Had wanted to get an MC, but decided not to as I had taken urgent leave (to have fun in JB) last Friday. Guess there were much work waiting for me to clear and true enough, my desk was like a warzone, which was something I loathed : ( After rate negotiation and replies to angry mails from clients, I took a breather by accompanying Adeline to the toilet for some bonding : P
As Adeline had to accompany her top-notch client for lunch, both Sharon and I joined the B&F3 team, consisting of Sunshine Boy, Jacintha and Vegetarian, for lunch at Pastamania in Tanjong Pagar. Had a great lunch of seafood marinara and coke : ) However, after lunch, I realized that my feet was getting more swollen and more itchy : ( It didn't help that my muscles were aching as well. Can you imagine the combination of aches and itch? (All I could say was "wow") While walking back to the office, I was complaining how ugly and swollen my feet looked and they suggested it would be better if I visit the doctor soon (lest they start to rot).
Continued to drag my aching body and swollen and itchy feet through the bustling lunch crowd till I stepped into the office. Shagged, I informed Boss that I was going to the doctor's (by hook or crook!) and he immediately agreed (my trotters must had been rotting badly : ( )
Went to Raffles Medical Centre which is located opposite Chevron House. After filling up a first-timer form, I was given a queue number. Bored, I flipped health magazines and chat on the phone. After waiting for an hour, my turn had not come and I was getting restless due to the swell and itch of my feet; finally, as as I thought I was the next one (to receive the holy treatment), my turn was skipped. Furious, I walked up to the counter and demanded an explanation. Stunned by my aggression, the receptionist started to look for my form and after a good 10 minutes, she came back with it and said that she couldn't process it because I did not include my identity card number. I was more furious and shot her by asking her the rationale of giving me the queue number when the form could not be processed. She was lost for words and tried to placate me by assuring me that I would be the next patient.
Waited for a while before my queue number was called out. The doctor, who attended to me, was a stern-looking middle-aged man. In a monotonous and robotic manner, he asked me what was wrong with me. I pointed to my swollen trotters and told him I was suffering from intense itch. He touched them with his bare fingers and mouthed "Allergy". As I was more keen in the remedy, I suggested that I would appreciate a jab, which was fast and good (which I got it and felt ultra drowsy in the office afterwards)
Unfortunately for me, I had the weekly sales meeting today. After the boring 15 minute session, Adeline, Sharon, Jacintha and I went to have dinner at Golden Shoe before the 3 of us went to Shin Bar to have an ice cold, which I seriously needed...
