On the GP Hunt (2)

Anyways, the number from Bangsar that we obtained while we were hunting for a GP earlier, my friend called. The doctor didn’t pick up. But he replied in a text message. “Hi, sorry. Is there anything urgent?”

So my friend replied him and asking him whether he takes any students for attachment. Within seconds he replied “Yes”. So my friend sent another text message asking him if it would be fine that we came by the following week Monday to start our attachment. No reply.

Until the evening when I received a message from my friend, “Hi, I’m not in Bangsar on Monday. Will be in my other clinic in Jalan XXXX next to XXXXX Hotel at 1030am.” Having said that, we were happy enough as we finally found a GP!

So came Monday, and we took public transportation again: The bus, then the monorail, followed by 10 minutes of walking. We arrived in front of the clinic exactly at 1030am. But the clinic was still closed. About the same time, the doctor sent us a text message saying that the nurse is late. But how late, we had no idea.

After 30 minutes of waiting, we went to the next door mamak for brunch while waiting for the clinic to open. It was only about 11.30am that the nurse arrived. Seemed like she was already expecting us and we were led to the doctor’s room. For all the waiting that we were put on, this is very nice treatment!

The doctor came in a while later, all smiling and shook our hands. So we showed our letter to him and he was all ready to start his clinic when we asked him a question that was bugging us all along. See, when we came across his clinic in Bangsar, his name was the second after the consultant obstetrician and gynaecologist. So we thought he was a general practitioner. But true to our fear, he is an obstetrician and gynaecologist himself. *NOOOoooooooooo*

But he wrote us a referral letter to his colleagues in another clinic just across the road. And before we could say anything, he called his colleagues and told him that we were coming over.

*shites!* Our plan was, if he was indeed a O&Gist, we would head back to look for other clinics around PJ area nearer to the university instead. But Dr O&Gist made too fast a move that we were not able to stop him. Actually we did told him. But he called anyways. And so we headed over to the other clinic, hoping that we would be rejected.

But again, since the doctor is our many many batch senior, meaning he was also graduated from the same university, he was all willingly accepting us. *shites!*

He was about to continue his clinic when we quickly told him about our predicaments – transportations. We just couldn’t take the public transport all the way to Jalan Ipoh everyday... And so, we made a very embarrassing exit...

And we were on the hunt again....