Personification Personified...

I've not been keeping well for the past couple of days. Fever, the off and on type. I had paracetamol the first day, and was having it everytime the temperature went up. Incidently, my roommate is also suffering from the same problem. Today morning, both of us decided that we should get ourselves checked, and get a proffessional opinion.

It so happens that for students under Manipal University, medicare is given by the Kasturba Hospital (which is a part of the manipal group) free of cost. But again, it enjoys a monopoly over the medical scenario in manipal. Our college needs medical leaves to be certified by the hospital. Otherwise, we're fined. Rs 50 per class. More on that outrageous topic later. What happened was, when I and Chinmoy entered the student clinic, we were directed to the medicine department. What's the point of having a "student clinic" if no student is examined there? Anyways,  we entered the medicine department. And exited immediately. That was because there were already 30 odd people sitting and waiting there. After sitting in the general lounge for like half an hour, we wen't inside, and occupied two of the four odd empty chairs.In about twenty minutes, our names were called. Why? We were supposed to go to the cash counter, and get the department's slip stamped with the medicare stamp. We went. We braved the Q. We got our slips stamped. We came back. We handed over the slips to the counter at the medicine department. We were directed inside the enclosure. We were asked to wait outside cabin 1. Another Q. God! Why do we get sick? Standing there, I noticed something. The cabin of the Doc said, "Asst Prof". There was another chamber with the same distinction. A couple of examination rooms, and a room which said, 'Proffessor and HOU". Now for the best part. In the center of the room, were sitting around a table HOT KMC(d medical coll) interns. And a couple o' guyz 2. They were the 1s who did the elementary work. Blood pressure, pulse and all that. MAN I'd love 2 fall sick again. Anyways we were ushered into the Doc's cabin in a while. He examined our case, and asked us to get some tests done. 3 blood tests, and 1 urine test. Shit. That was what came out of my mouth. I'm scared of needles. Very scared.

My head is paining like someone just shot it. I'm goin to take some rest. Rest of the saga later.