...richkid syndrome...

...where on earth are the clinics when you needed to find one at such odd hours? answer is to call bhante. wakakaz. before the call, we were like driving up and down setapak area; searching high and low; making illegal turns and last resort, call bhante. finally with bhante's guide, we found a 15-hour clinic just next to the lrtstation. we reached the clinic jit : just in time before it closes at eleven. it was almost 10.45pm. dn was sick with fever, sorethroat, runway nose, etc. all-in-one. while filling up the forms; dn was asked what sort of medication is he allergic to; and alll sorts of x-mins, y-mins and whatever-mins came out and the nurse was like; ok enuff. tell it to the doctor. i was like; waliao this kid is full of allergies aka the rich-kid syndrome(according to dn); only selected medication; expensive ones that is allowed to enter the body. wakakaz. a short five minutes consultation with the doctor and we are done.

somehow, thinking about it, it must be quite hard on him and to find out of the allergy is a painful process. trial and error; not knowing what the body will react to and what the outcome will be like. will it come in the form of rashes or fever, or swelling all over? i am lucky i dont come with any allergy to medicine or lactose or seafood or any of that sorts. the only time i talk about my allergy is when i want to avoid food intake and slim down ten pounds. and i am still dreaming of the days when i was just over 170pounds! what a july24 to remember...