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Self-talk
This is a long post....and you chose to read it. Hmm.
I don't know where to begin.
*long sigh*
Side story:
This is hard for me to admit.
Well. I wanted to become a doctor. Wanted. Notice that? That was the reason I re-take STPM. And... to cut the story short... I didn't do it any better than the previous one. Let's just say the grades aren't beautiful enough for me to qualify for a a medical degree. I've long accepted (since I finished the 2nd STPM) the fact that I am not cut out for it. I'm very lazy. I'm always procrastinating. Blah blah blah. So before I start thinking myself as a total failure (medicine isn't the only thing I can study in university) - my auto-pilot system took control of me - I began thinking of other courses that I am interested in... (Doesn't mean that I wasn't interested enough in medicine.)... Courses that "don't care" if my Biology sucks. Or my Chemistry. Or Maths. Okay. At least I think the course "doesn't care". Suddenly, Anthropology becomes appealing to me. Since little, I always thought I'm interested in Physchology - to study why people do what they do - but it seems I was mistaken. I never knew about Anthropology. But I was always keen to know why the people at old times did what they did.
So, from medicine I changed my "aim" to anthropology.
And now comes the real motive for this post.
So. [I think] My mum wasn't convinced that I'm "embracing" anthropology so she doesn't give up helping me. Recently she made me apply to a university in Indonesia to study medicine. This university wanted proof that I'm not colour blind from an ophthalmologist. So we went to the Luyang Hospital. We were literally kicked from one place to another. The counter that manage the registration said we have to ask the medical check-up counter. The medical check-up counter said we must see a doctor/medical officer first. So we went. Waited for almost an hour to get in. Then, we were sent back to the medical check-up counter. Oh. We were wrong. We should meet the ophthalmologist at the Elizabeth Hospital. They don't have ophthalmologist at this Luyang branch. So he asked us to go there first...
It was nearing 4pm... so we opted for Dr. Muthu (an ophthalmologist) near Luyang. His clinic is closed at 4.30pm. When we got there, he was still in. But the nurse said he's going out (he has an appointment)... The colour blind takes a long time to complete, she informed us. So, another no-go.
4++pm. Eventually we went to SMC. I was the only patient waiting at the Eye Clinic. After completing my records... I got in and met a Dr. Molly. I "fell in love" with her instantly. She's what I imagined a doctor should be. She seems like a firm person (not fierce) but she speaks so warmly to us. She asked why the university wanted proof, what I'm planning to study and why. The only weird and maybe awkward moment was when she asked why I want to study medicine. I became speechless although I knew what my reasons were. Were. I couldn't answer her because I'm already getting comfortable with choosing anthropology... Applying to Indonesian university wasn't my choice.
That's it. My experience with three medical institutions.. just to get my eyes checked for colour blindness and a letter to prove it. I tried my best to make everything neutral - without the insults and angry moments - although I did say I like Dr. Molly in the end.
