My life had been pretty terrible last week. It all started with the previous post, where my pity shows of fear combusted the paranoia in me until its flames consumed my innermost feelings of near death threats. That drove me to consult the nearest friendly clinic and chronicle the first-ever consultation of my entire life.

I became (a) patient. I shamelessly confessed my dizzy thoughts and incorporated it to the history of my stupid head accident. The doctor then (examined) looked at the scar covered by my hairy head and without any further ado, she advised me to undergo a skull x-ray and CBC (complete blood count) and gave me her usual scribbled prescription. On her medical speech, she also mentioned about CT scan and other tests God-knows-what, if in cases the advised tests would be negative. Instantaneous relief is what I got after the confession (which made me realize I should also confess all my sins to the priest), but not too long, I was kind of devastated before those succeeding medical terms and medical bills in the future.

Consultation:                           Php      100
Anti-Vertigo Drugs:                             300 +
Skull X-Ray:                                         700 +
CBC:                                                     300 +
CT Scan:                                               5000 +
Other Test:                                           Unknown
Total:                                                   Unknown

If not for my next (other) appointment after that consultation, I could have gone directly to the prescribed tests which would expose me to x-rays and lessen my blood volume. Minus the bills and complicated side effects, I could have been more excited of being a first time patient under examination. Dang, what a thought!

To ease the financial burden, I inquired in our company the following day if I could avail the health insurance I just enrolled a month ago. Since I had my initial consultation in another clinic, I was advised by our staff to get a second opinion from our company doctor, wherein I had another round of re-confessions, which include the advice of the first doctor, x-ray, cbc, ct scan, etc. After that never-ending rant, the doctor said, “You only lack exercise…” Holy cow! He then examined my right eye and applied some pressure on my forehead. He said that those tests are not necessary. He then asked me where I had my initial consultation, and after my reply, I knew he wanted to say something but he said, “I will not comment!”, instead. There, I understood.

That was a total relief.

Lesson learned:

1. Know your doctor.
2. Avoid being sick/injured.
3. Always get a second opinion.
4. Good luck.