I haven't been keeping well for the past 3 days and yesterday with my fever at its peak, I thought I'll pay the in-house Doc a visit. With the above said intention I entered our "wellness centre" and was greeted with a confused-looking assistant.
On the first look, the bloke looked completely sane. However disaster ensued when he said that I can go right in and meet the gynaecologist. GYNAECOLOGIST?!? I was...stumped. I even thought that my fever has shot right up that I had started hearing funny things. Gathering myself, I politely stated that I wanted to see a consultant physician to which the guy gave a confused smile. Damn! I then said that I needed to see a "normal doctor", not the one for ladies. To this proposition, he did respond and asked me to wait for sometime before the person in contention was to arrive.
A warning to all the ISB souls (at least the ones that chance upon my blog). If you ever step into the wellness centre and find an assistant in the entrance, smiling like an alien lost in the labrynthine roadworks of Hyderabad, state your intentions clearly before letting that infernal chap direct you to the nearest available specialist or even pronouncing intentions of doing so.
Friday, September 08, 2006
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