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On Wednesday, drama at work! I think she’s Vietnamese(?) because she wanted to go to Ho Chi Minh. *hehe*

So. Like I asked Leech, where’s Ho Chi Minh? And where’s Phnom Penh?

If you don’t know, nevermind. Google it. It’s not a crime to not know but it’s a crime to not know and yet make as if you are soooooo sure! Can make people cry, yea? And this was what literally happened.

Suddenly this officer approached AhLeng to ask her to tell this sobbing lady that her ticket is to Phnom Penh (the lady calls it “pon pon”) and not to Ho Chi Minh because AirAsia doesn’t fly there. Ah! She said a friend booked it for her, that she paid RM1k(???!!!) for her tickets from JB to KL to “Ho Chi Minh”. Initially we thought, “Ah! Kena con ady!”

She was crying her eyeballs out! She’s very fair and you could see how hard she was crying judging from the redness of her cheeks, eyes, nose and lips. Poor girl! She was all alone, wearing a cap sleeved t-shirt and denim miniskirt! How to tahan the cold if she has to stay overnight in the terminal

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I tell you, people in the hospital are a bunch of clowns.

This is what I heard happened today. For the accreditation of the hospital. This doctor decided to “test” the knowledge of a few randomly picked attendants working in the pharmacy department. He (the doctor) picked Sam, Nas and Foo.

In front of these good people, he asked…

“Apa yang kamu akan buat kalau seluar dalam Foo terbakar?”
[What would you do if Foo's underwear's caught fire?]

*At this point of the story, I was like “WHAT?!!!”

Nas replied matter-of-fact-ly…

“Saya rasa, soalan itu cuma akan ditanya oleh orang dari wad sakit jiwa.”
[I think this question would only be asked by a person from the psychiatric ward.]

*rolls on the floor laughing*

It was sooooo darn funny that even now when I’m typing this I’m laughing my guts out!
Okay, it may not be funny for you but if you could see their faces, know who they are…it’s terribly funny.
*hahaha!*

Nas is often a pain to some of the pharmacists but this time, he was well “praised” for his “good works”.
*hahaha!*

Look. Which moron would ask such a question? What on EARTH has it got to do with the hospital’s accreditation? It’s so funny yet frustrating.
*hehe*

Today ka cheng jiu (”backside itchy”).

Went for a rather thorough blood test. All you could think of.
Uhm…well, almost.

End result : 20cc of blood had to be drawn out.
*ack!*
*faints*

That’s a lot.
Well, at least it is for me – where my first experience was just last month. That was about 10cc. At least the syringe looked friendlier. This time around – 20cc syringe. D’you know how big is the syringe? It looks bigger than my fat butt.
*hehe*
Whoa!

Thankfully, when it came to my turn, the Medical Assistant decided to just jump straight to using an infusion tubing rather than the normal syringe-needle method – previously when Joanne was there, he used the normal syringe-needle method and she ended up with a bruised arm. It was a painful experience, too!
*phew!*
Jin Song was also given the same “treatment” as Joanne – whereby the Staff Nurse used the normal syringe-needle method on him…got about 5cc of blood and went, “Aiyo. Cannot la, not enough.” She disposed that syringe and started with another fresh 20cc syringe!!!
At least Joanne was 10cc normal method and 10cc infusion tubing. Meaning total blood withdrawn from Jin Song would be 25cc!

*eeeek!*

*faints*

And I didn’t want to look at blood flowing out from either of us. But I had no choice since the MA couldn’t “find” the vein on my right hand, I hand to turn and face Jin Song who was sitting on my right – to rest my left arm on the table. I could feel my knees all wobbly as blood was coming out of his arm and into the syringe.

*faints again*

And as usual, I was madly giggly!
UGH!
So stupid but yet so afraid!
*hehe*

So that was how my day went.

You walk into a naturally bright room. You hear people coughing…some may be wheezing. All of them are sitting on individual beds, dressed in green gowns. You look at one of them, she seems to have teary eyes…you shift your gaze at another, she looks tired and deflated.
Then, you see women in white uniforms bringing a few plastic containers with orange-y liquid.
Those women who were sitting on individual beds suddenly perked up. They looked pretty eager to see the containers being distributed. Women who were young, old, fat, thin, wrinkly, short, tall, dark, fair.
As the liquid turned into vapour, the women inhales the gas as deeply and as quickly as they could. You hear sighs of relief from every corner of the room. The women seem much more relaxed now and happy. They are now more receptive to you and your counselling.

This whole thing reminds me of drug dependent people (drug addicts, to be blunt) getting their fix. But it was actually just patients getting their daily nebulisers for their asthmatic conditions. *hehe*