This is my observation for the past three weeks when i was attending an appointment at the physiotherapy unit.
28th September 2102
Today is a
good day for me. Everyone at the physiotherapy unit treated me well. Out of 5
stars, I’d give them 4.5.Yes. It’s that good and convenient, except that
unpleasant chief medical officer who kept yelling to the nurses.
There was no
hustle bustle inside the gym. Everything was so calm, and everyone was in a
very relaxed pace. I met with a guy around my age who has just undergone an ACL
surgery. So, we got the same case. An ACL tear. He looked suffered when he
tried to do the step-up-and –down exercise. My heart wobbled a bit. Maybe I
will have to undergo the same predicament as his after having my operation.
The
exercises given for me today were quite tough. It took me to use almost all of
my strengths to do the weightlifting using my right leg. It was hard, but it was fun I guess. I was
attended by a friendly Chinese doctor, known as Mr. Han, and I was glad I was
under his supervision. He’s a good doctor. He did not yell and shriek. I hate
the Malay doctor who perpetually scolded his subordinates. I don’t like this
kind of doctor. I despise those who unconsciously practice Social Darwinism:
the survival of the fittest. I would not like the scene of the nurses get
humiliated in front of the patients.
Maybe it is normal for this kind of thing
to happen in hospitals, but still I think the wretched doctor can still change
from being an instrumentalist to an expressionistic leader, who would care for
the feelings and motivation of his under men.
This looks exactly like the time how my knee was scrutinized by the doctors and nurses. They were all around me. I was feeling like a test subject who was about to undergo some kind of surgery to transform me into an android/superhero/future soldier. Touche
