I left the office at around 1200 to try and get an medical certificate (mc). I took a taxi to quickly head down to the polyclinic near my house. Reached the polyclinic at 1230, and got a queue number. But the guy at the counter told me that doctors are out for lunch and will be in only by 1400. The guy told me to come back to the polyclinic, with the queue number at 1330.

I could imagine myself bleeding and dying and asking to see the doctor and that guy tells me, "sorry, its lunchtime.". But then the guy did asked me if i could wait until 1400 to see the doctor. I guess if i say i couldn't wait, they'll have put me to A&E and expect some large amount upfront.

Anyway, since i was gonna die, i thought i might as well die good looking. I took the MRT to the next station to get a haircut. I returned to the polyclinic at 1325 with a much shorter hairstyle but still not good looking enough to die.

When i arrived back at the polyclinic, my number was already up on the board, but has already been skipped to the next guy. When that guy left, i came up to the counter half expecting her to ask me to get another queue number. Fortunately, she seem sympathetic enough. Jenny, thank you, you were an angel.

I think queueing up for the doctor makes me nervous or something. Had to try and regulate my breathing less i fall into hyper-ventilation once again. But its so hard to breathe slowly when you're running out of breath...

Fortunately, i didn't hyper-ventilate. When i left, it was around 1430. The doctor hadn't even bothered to give me panadol. "Drink lots of water." he said. I went home, drank all the water that i could stomach and tried to sleep the fever out. But it was no use, i think my temperature increased and i was sweating and losing sleep.

So i fished around my bag, produced two panadols, ate it and went back to sleep. It did seem to help after taking my self-prescribed medication, managed to get some sleep. So much for litsening to the doctor.