At 4 pm on New Year’sEve, I attended a scan appointment. The doctor happily diagnosed that my babyis getting smaller. Small babies are ok but if your baby is getting smaller simply means there’s problem. The doctor even said there are cases that baby just died inside the womb.
Can anyone actually understand how I felt after hearing what the doctor have said??? I felt like yelling ather for her crude words! Maybe she was irritated that she has to work on NewYear’s Eve but still, she should have chosen her words correctly.
When I walked out of her room, my tears starts to fall, and I have one referral letter to immediately go to the General Hospital. “Its not that we are shippingyou away but in GH, they have more expertise and equipments to handle yourcase,” I can still hear her words ringing badly in my ears. Stupid doctor.
I was blinking my tears back when Gen called. “Boo kat mana?” The tears suddenly rushed out like a broken dam. “Boo kat klinik, scan baby. Doktor kata kena kena pergi hospital…” Actually Gen missed my appointment date. I don’t think he remembers it at all. I waited in my car and he was there in less than two minutes. Its like he’s actually intown but he’s just too lazy to attend the doctor’s appointment.
We left my car at the clinic and went to GH immediately. We were there at 5 pm. I was attended by a fresh MO at 7 pm. As usual, they measured the baby’s movement. Then the junior MO consulted another senior MO. Apparently, on the senior’s advice, the junior MO measured my stomach, recalculated my estimated due date, check “jalan” (No, I don’t want to explain that, go figure yourself or ask somebody else how it’s done if you really want to know). Then she consulted the senior MO again.
The senior MO is not satisfied with the junior’s explanation, and then she checked up on me herself. Well, she’sa Burmese, so I had a communication break-down with her. Her English also sounds very weird. It’s almost 8 pm and I am very tired and hungry andf rustrated. I also felt like snapping at her for asking/talking nonsense. How do I know I’m pregnant again…? (Duh! It’s my third pregnancy!) When is the last date of my period? Did I have any period after that? (Hey, I wouldn’t say it’s my last date of period if I have a period after that, wouldn’t I? Urgh!)
Finally, this senior Burmese MO consulted with a specialist over the telephone and I kept hearing she answered him “yes, Dato’………. Ok, Dato’”. She asked me to wait outside and inform me that the specialist will attend to me personally.
I was asked not to leave, becauset he specialist will be ready at any time to see me. I was so hungry and the hospital’s café were already closed. We cannot go out because the junior MO was eyeing me closely. Gen went to look for food but he only managed to buy biskut tiger and mineral water at the nearest co-op.
Can anyone actually understand how I felt after hearing what the doctor have said??? I felt like yelling ather for her crude words! Maybe she was irritated that she has to work on NewYear’s Eve but still, she should have chosen her words correctly.
When I walked out of her room, my tears starts to fall, and I have one referral letter to immediately go to the General Hospital. “Its not that we are shippingyou away but in GH, they have more expertise and equipments to handle yourcase,” I can still hear her words ringing badly in my ears. Stupid doctor.
I was blinking my tears back when Gen called. “Boo kat mana?” The tears suddenly rushed out like a broken dam. “Boo kat klinik, scan baby. Doktor kata kena kena pergi hospital…” Actually Gen missed my appointment date. I don’t think he remembers it at all. I waited in my car and he was there in less than two minutes. Its like he’s actually intown but he’s just too lazy to attend the doctor’s appointment.
We left my car at the clinic and went to GH immediately. We were there at 5 pm. I was attended by a fresh MO at 7 pm. As usual, they measured the baby’s movement. Then the junior MO consulted another senior MO. Apparently, on the senior’s advice, the junior MO measured my stomach, recalculated my estimated due date, check “jalan” (No, I don’t want to explain that, go figure yourself or ask somebody else how it’s done if you really want to know). Then she consulted the senior MO again.
The senior MO is not satisfied with the junior’s explanation, and then she checked up on me herself. Well, she’sa Burmese, so I had a communication break-down with her. Her English also sounds very weird. It’s almost 8 pm and I am very tired and hungry andf rustrated. I also felt like snapping at her for asking/talking nonsense. How do I know I’m pregnant again…? (Duh! It’s my third pregnancy!) When is the last date of my period? Did I have any period after that? (Hey, I wouldn’t say it’s my last date of period if I have a period after that, wouldn’t I? Urgh!)
Finally, this senior Burmese MO consulted with a specialist over the telephone and I kept hearing she answered him “yes, Dato’………. Ok, Dato’”. She asked me to wait outside and inform me that the specialist will attend to me personally.
I was asked not to leave, becauset he specialist will be ready at any time to see me. I was so hungry and the hospital’s café were already closed. We cannot go out because the junior MO was eyeing me closely. Gen went to look for food but he only managed to buy biskut tiger and mineral water at the nearest co-op.
At 10 pm. The junior and senior MO already disappeared. I feel like eating them alive once I see them. Finally I saw the junior MO at the receptionist desk, writing something in my file. I sat beside her and she look at me cautiously. I was there since 5 pm, now it’s already 10 pm and nobody actually tell me anything that make sense. “Puan, saya mintak maaf, specialist tak dapat attend Puan hari ni. Dato’ mintak arrange semula Puan datang hari Rabu, pukul lapan pagi… untuk appointment.”
I should go to a private hospital…And yet the stupid doctor’s words ring back in my ears, “Its not that we are shipping you away but in GH, they have more expertise and equipments to handle your case,” Duh…
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