MR APATHY
The cardiac clinic is over! I am quite happy with my "harvest". 23 patients raising my total now to 215! Yeah! The 200th mark was crossed some time midmorning. No one really poured out their sexual woes to me today (thank God!) but the last patient (exhibit no 215) nearly drove me to contemplate homicide.
Mr Apathy* (*name have been disguised to protect the identity of the real pest) walked into my room and I could immediately smell the foul stale breath of about 20 cigarettes emitting from his nicotine darkened teeth. He recently had a myocardial infarction (a heart attack) last month and had to undergo an emergency angiogram which revealed that all 4 of his coronaries were like Indah Water pipes (ie..blocked). They managed to balloon up one of them and left the others for later.
Mr Apathy sat next to my table and as he slowly poisoned my pink virginal lungs with second hand smoke emitting from his oral cavity, he revealed that he did not come for his last appointment, he did not go for the blood tests, and he did not go for the myoview test (which would reveal how many more of his nicotine-laden coronaries can be salvaged). It dawned on me (one of those Isaac Newton moments, you know, when he discovered the laws of gravity) that this man simply doesn't care even if he just expires in front of me!
Initially I was a little upset, not because my airspace was being polluted even as he breathed, but at the apathy that was so evident in him. However, later, I realised that there was a reason for his attitude; He simply did not understand what the previous cardiologist who saw him said to him! He was illiterate. And this fact was not reflected in the cardiologist's notes. Reading that specialist's jottings gave me the impression that everything was properly explained to the patient. Sigh!
Now, waves of compassion flowed over me as I expended precious saliva in explaining the whole load to him again. After spewing half a gallon of saliva, I could make out a flicker of light in his eyes as he slowly comprehended the whole affair. And then came the climax...or rather, the anti-climax. Despite all my effort, he really really didn't care about his condition! Arrgh!!
Oh well, I decided then to just let things be. I can't force him to do what he obviously does not think is important. Still we parted in good terms. I wished him well. I hope he will be well. I really really hope so.
The cardiac clinic is over! I am quite happy with my "harvest". 23 patients raising my total now to 215! Yeah! The 200th mark was crossed some time midmorning. No one really poured out their sexual woes to me today (thank God!) but the last patient (exhibit no 215) nearly drove me to contemplate homicide.
Mr Apathy* (*name have been disguised to protect the identity of the real pest) walked into my room and I could immediately smell the foul stale breath of about 20 cigarettes emitting from his nicotine darkened teeth. He recently had a myocardial infarction (a heart attack) last month and had to undergo an emergency angiogram which revealed that all 4 of his coronaries were like Indah Water pipes (ie..blocked). They managed to balloon up one of them and left the others for later.
Mr Apathy sat next to my table and as he slowly poisoned my pink virginal lungs with second hand smoke emitting from his oral cavity, he revealed that he did not come for his last appointment, he did not go for the blood tests, and he did not go for the myoview test (which would reveal how many more of his nicotine-laden coronaries can be salvaged). It dawned on me (one of those Isaac Newton moments, you know, when he discovered the laws of gravity) that this man simply doesn't care even if he just expires in front of me!
Initially I was a little upset, not because my airspace was being polluted even as he breathed, but at the apathy that was so evident in him. However, later, I realised that there was a reason for his attitude; He simply did not understand what the previous cardiologist who saw him said to him! He was illiterate. And this fact was not reflected in the cardiologist's notes. Reading that specialist's jottings gave me the impression that everything was properly explained to the patient. Sigh!
Now, waves of compassion flowed over me as I expended precious saliva in explaining the whole load to him again. After spewing half a gallon of saliva, I could make out a flicker of light in his eyes as he slowly comprehended the whole affair. And then came the climax...or rather, the anti-climax. Despite all my effort, he really really didn't care about his condition! Arrgh!!
Oh well, I decided then to just let things be. I can't force him to do what he obviously does not think is important. Still we parted in good terms. I wished him well. I hope he will be well. I really really hope so.
posted by Jimbo @ 2/23/2006 08:01:00 PM
1 Comments:
At 2/27/2006 08:04:00 AM,
Jimbo said…
Silverfox: Pls take your business elsewhere. I am not interested. Pls read my entry on MLM to know what I feel about it. Thanks
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