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MC
I am very angry with CPT (DR) LESTER LEONG. Yesterday when I was clearly in immense suffering I visited 1 Medical Squadron, fully expecting to get an MC for my diarhoea (which was uncontrollably by the way. I nearly wet my pants), stomachache (which felt like a thousand goblins doing somersaults in it), headache (which throbbed so badly it could undoubtedly be mistaken for a clap of thunder), light fever, nausea and malaise.
Instead, the doctor not only refused to reward this famous soldier (0nly Airforce clerk to attain IPPT Gold Standard) with a much warranted MC, but even proceded to give me some medicine which was (in my opinion) largely ineffective, that by the end of the day, I had 2 more bouts of diarhoea. I could imagine soiling the hallowed turf of my blue-white uniform with poop, causing a stench akin to that of Timothy's armpit (which is no understatement. He hasn't washed it for a hundred days) to emanate from my posterior, much to the disdain of the general public around me, and losing any remnant of dignity. Hence I panicked, and clenched my butt all the way to the clinic after work, not allowing even a trickle of poop to sneak past Momo (Momo is my sphincter muscle, and widely regarded as the world's best goalie. When on form and on song, nothing sneaks past him).
This is not the first time I have been picked up, kicked around and thrown by the wayside. About 10 months ago last year, while I was still a fledgling Regimental Policeman in the Airforce School, I accidentally stabbed my palm with a bayonet during drills. The bayonet pierced my skin and flesh till it met resistence in the form of bone, before bailing out (actually it didn't bail out. Exerting one last ounce of superhuman strength before I fainted from shock, I yanked it out). I was sent to Paya Lebar Airbase Medical Centre, with dripping blood charting my path for all to see. Despite being in shock and having a high fever of 37.7 due likely to infection, the doctor didn't give me an MC. That night in the bunk, I couldn't sleep, with my hand ballooning to about 1.5 times its normal size, and signals of pain continuously finding their way to my cranium.
The moral is, SAF is full of s**t. Because they are afraid people take advantage of their MC, they don't give MC to people who really need it (poor me). Woe is to me!
6:06 a.m. - 2007-07-12
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