I was put into the Bilik Kecemasan Asma yesterday. After a period of breathing into the.... the..... ntah ape la they called it, I was finally able to BREATHE properly (and without pain) again.
Afiq: Good... (cough-cough) morning doctor.
Dr. Javeetha: Ah, you're the Asthma case. Ingat orang tua tadi.
A: *Coughs again to hide offended expression* I'm Afiq, Dr. George asked me to come here.... room 17... betul kan?
D: Are you sure you're only asthmatic? Nothing wrong with your senses?
D: It's afternoon dear.
A doctor with a sense of humour? That's news!
After reading my pulse and blood-pressure:
D: You've been eating to much prawn these few weeks. Cut sikit ah. And you haven't been exercising too. You may be young but I'd seen people younger than you suffering cardiac cases.
D: Don't over-exert yourself ah Afiq. You must understand that eventhough the rest of your family doesn't have asthma, you do. So pantang-pantang sikit ah.
A: Are you sure you're a doctor? Not a psychic.
She looked at me intently with her tired eyes and re-examined my chart.
D: Are you, Architecture Boy?
Moral of the story: Do not attempt to be funny in front of doctors. They joke to break the tension but when we joke, we're just sick annoying buggers.