Friday, April 09, 2004
My ankle's tendon is swollen and tender. The doctor, however only said 'REST'.
'Why it happened?' , I asked slowly.
'Too much walking', she said.
'Can I do anything to lessen the pain?' I asked furtively. I always have an unreasonable fear of doctors. Somehow my mind connect doctors with pain.
'REST!' she booms.
'And eat this painkiller', she adds.
I remember the time when the doctors speak fluently. And they do not 'boomed' their voice like gods should do.
I am one of the girls that always have their knees scraped 'mysteriously' and bruises all over my body. Thankfully, at the time there is not much issue over children abuse. My mum used to say, that the time she have to spend telling the doctors that those scrapes and bruises are my own doing, would amount to months.
I also remember the doctors, who talked incessantly, giving consultations freely. How it happened, why it happened, how it can be healed, etc.
Nothing comes freely? The doctor above, do personified that. I even a bit afraid that if I asked too much, she would increase the fee from RM 25 to RM...
Am reading on Dean Koontz - Tick Tock.
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The race of man shall perish, but the eyes
Of trilobytes eternal in stone,
And seem to stare about in mild surprise
At changes greater than they have yet known.
- T.A. Conrad
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
- William Blake,
excerp from Auguries of Innocence.