Complain or give thanks??
Complain or give thanks??
Well, I had written much about the very bad flu that hit me in the last two entries. At the same time, I had thought that I had fully recovered too - well, at least there's no more MC (aka no more rest days =P ), no more fever, no more irritating cough.
Interestingly however, I received a call from the hospital this very morning - telling me that they need me to visit the specialist clinic the very afternoon itself. The lady who called me said that something was actually spotted in my x-ray, as opposed to the all-clear given by the A&E doctor. Obediently, I went - well, at least for the sake of my health, for the sake of my family, and for the sake of hearing an alternative diagnosis from the specialist.
It turned out that it was the respiratory clinic that had called me to visit them, and the doctor in this clinic mentioned that there was actually traces of infection in my lungs in my last week's x-ray. He had me do another x-ray on the spot and compared the one taken today with the one that was taken last week. The lungs was much clearer by now, although there was still a tinge of infection shown. He sent me back with more anti-biotics and asked me to be back in 6 weeks time for another review.
I was particularly baffled at why I was given an all-clear and sent back when I visited the A&E last week, so I asked the doctor in the specialist clinic. Well, he didn't give a very satisfactory explanation, but I accepted it nonetheless and decide not to pursue anything any further. He merely said, "The infection is fairly hard to be spotted by someone who's not a specialist."
In this whole episode, I was asking myself if I would or could shoot a complaint about the "mis-disgnosis" that was given to me. However, on hind side, I thought instead of complaining, I should be giving thanks to God. Well, it was certainly not the most accurate disgnosis that was given to me, but what I was thankful for is that someone (a specialist) somehow came across my x-ray and noticed the trace of infection, and had me called back for further checks, and more medication, so as to ensure that the entire infection can be rid off. I wouldn't dare to imagine the consequence of how this infection can lead to something bigger in the future, if it is not treated on time now. And all I had instead of complains was really, really, from the bottom of my heart - thanksgiving to my Almighty and Healer God who knew what I needed, right at the very moment.
Well, I had written much about the very bad flu that hit me in the last two entries. At the same time, I had thought that I had fully recovered too - well, at least there's no more MC (aka no more rest days =P ), no more fever, no more irritating cough.
Interestingly however, I received a call from the hospital this very morning - telling me that they need me to visit the specialist clinic the very afternoon itself. The lady who called me said that something was actually spotted in my x-ray, as opposed to the all-clear given by the A&E doctor. Obediently, I went - well, at least for the sake of my health, for the sake of my family, and for the sake of hearing an alternative diagnosis from the specialist.
It turned out that it was the respiratory clinic that had called me to visit them, and the doctor in this clinic mentioned that there was actually traces of infection in my lungs in my last week's x-ray. He had me do another x-ray on the spot and compared the one taken today with the one that was taken last week. The lungs was much clearer by now, although there was still a tinge of infection shown. He sent me back with more anti-biotics and asked me to be back in 6 weeks time for another review.
I was particularly baffled at why I was given an all-clear and sent back when I visited the A&E last week, so I asked the doctor in the specialist clinic. Well, he didn't give a very satisfactory explanation, but I accepted it nonetheless and decide not to pursue anything any further. He merely said, "The infection is fairly hard to be spotted by someone who's not a specialist."
In this whole episode, I was asking myself if I would or could shoot a complaint about the "mis-disgnosis" that was given to me. However, on hind side, I thought instead of complaining, I should be giving thanks to God. Well, it was certainly not the most accurate disgnosis that was given to me, but what I was thankful for is that someone (a specialist) somehow came across my x-ray and noticed the trace of infection, and had me called back for further checks, and more medication, so as to ensure that the entire infection can be rid off. I wouldn't dare to imagine the consequence of how this infection can lead to something bigger in the future, if it is not treated on time now. And all I had instead of complains was really, really, from the bottom of my heart - thanksgiving to my Almighty and Healer God who knew what I needed, right at the very moment.
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