my innermost sanctum

further proof

that young wee islet-trained doctor's are a bunch of ineffectual amoebae.

i have had my fair share of such for many many many ::ad infinitum:: moon's:

1. when my late dad was lain comatose in the intensive care unit, some amoeba leadin a bunch of housemen yakkin and *guffawin* [mind] loudly, pointing at em patient's, jokin - in short, didn't give a fucking damn to grievin relatives in the ward - that it took me a great deal of self-control to not lunge towards said amoeba.

2. past encounter's with company GP's

3. when my mum was pukin all over after her gall-bladder surgery last year, another medical amoeba came over, shook her and hollered loudly in a chink dialect, "auntie [a term of address for bird's who are older than oneself], your in pain, is it?"

to which i snarled through clenched fang's, "could you please speak *english* to her? just because she's grey-haired that doesn't mean she's uneducated, geddit?"

oh i didn't stop there. when he drew the curtain thingy around the bed, i remarked to me bro, "this is what you get from public hospital's. especially from these young doctor's who (a) presume all grey-haired ladies are akin to their china-born grandma's (b) us non-medical types are ignorant unschooled peasant's..."

only for me exasperated bro to interrupt, "he's one of the three surgeon's in the operatin theatre." i almost stuck a foot in my gob when the doctor emerged, speakin in a hushed but polite tone. to me.

makes one wonder if these feckless types become doctor's solely because of the prestige. and high earnings.