So, as many of you realize, I turned one-year-old about a month and a half ago. The birthday was fun stuff…can’t wait until next year’s cake–I mean, birthday! Anyway, as you all know, the one-year marker means a doctor’s appointment and that means imminization time! So, mom had been asking around for a few months, gearing up for the big doctor’s visit, and had heard from some other moms that the local public healthcare was actually quite good and, best of all–free! So, we checked it out and, for the first time, gave the public clinic thing a shot. (no pun intended!)
Let’s start with our arrival at the clinic. We had an appointment for 3:00pm; we left early, at around 2:30pm, thinking that the clinic was just a short distance (one MTR stop away and a short walk after that). We got on the train, and off again within minutes, and then started to try and locate the road on a local station map…..couldn’t find it. Finally, mommy decided to call the clinic, as our appoinment time was inching closer all the time. So, she finally got someone on the phone…and then–3 people and about 5 minutes later–spoke to someone who could acually converse in English who told her that we were at the wrong MTR station and would need to get back on the train or take a taxi there! What?!! I was beginning to get a bit ansy and impatient (but daddy ensured me that this would be a good time to develop my patience, so I though, what the heck, I’ll comply.) So, my somewhat frazzled and frustrated parents and I got back on the train, only to get off at our own MTR station (located right by our house!)–where we had originated only 20 minutes before! We then caught a mini-bus (which meant that I got to get out of my stroller–yeah!) and got off at the Tseung Kwan O Hospital. We darted in and went upstairs to the outpatient clinic, where the lady who mommy spoke to on the phone had instructed her to go–she thought. Anyway, they were clueless as to what we were looking for, and so we kept on searching. Before I knew it, mommy had the cell phone out again–( I was thinking maybe she was going to let me play with it a bit, but no….she was making another call to the clinic.) She spoke to about 3 people again before someone understood her; this time they instructed her to leave the hospital and assured her that the clinic was located just across the street somewhere…”just ask the people on the street”, the secretary said. Anyway, finally, we found it.
It was about 3:30pm when we walked through the door and into the massive waiting area where we talked to one of the ladies at the check in desk (which had about 15 people working in it at various stations). By this time I was glad we’d arrived and all, but come on, I’d missed my morning nap, and hadn’t had much of a snack…and I’m one, right…so, give me a break already and get me the heck out of this stroller! Mom went on to get me checked in, and after talking to several of the women working there, got me registered and got a number—-we were number 96, and I cannot begin to guess how many parents and babies were in that massive waiting room (I can barely count, you know). Anyway, it was a bunch. There were babies everywhere! We sat and waited a while when they directed us to the weighing and measuring station room. It was really warm in there–I think because they strip you down to nearly nothing in there, so they don’t want you to freeze and all. Anyway, mom and dad took off my duds’ and sat me on this scale that read 9.75 k (that is 21.5 lbs.) and then they laid me down on this table with my head against this thing, and the lady stretched my legs out, as if I were made of taffy or something, supposedly to measure me–but, come on, can’t you people thing of better ways to do such things?!) Anyway, I suppose I measured 75.5 cm in length (that is 29.7 in). Then they got me all dressed again. And I was just getting used to the whole naked thing.
We then found a cozy spot in the waiting room and sat down. A nice lady (who actually lives in our building) was there with her baby, and I enjoyed playing with this little Hello Kitty toy on her stroller; she took it of and gave it to me! Wow…gotta love being a baby! Anyway, they soon called us back to do a family and medical history–they called this room the ‘interviewing section’. (Daddy had to make his departure at this time, so that he could go to a seminar class.) So, it was up to mommy and me to complete the ‘interviewing process’. That’s what it was alright. They asked mommy all sorts of questions. Meanwhile, I played and kept running out the door so that mommy could get up every few questions and come catch me. Finally, she got out some star snacks, and I stayed around a little better for those. After finishing the ‘interview’, we journeyed downstairs to the dispensary to get some meds. for possible low-grade fever and pain–something to do with the immunizations, I think. We got the medicine, and headed back up to the waiting room again. What a process!!!
The physical examination was next. We entered yet another room where there was a doctor who had several cool toys–including a blonde-headed doll that she remarked ‘looks just like you’—to which I wanted to reply, “This doll really looks nothing like me at all.” But whatever. The exam went pretty good and I seem in good health. Mommy was told to keep an eye on my birth marks and a few other remarks. Of course, I had to be undressed yet another time for this process, and then redressed. The undressing I don’t mind, it’s that whole redressing part that I’m not so fond of! Guess where we went next: the infamous waiting room again.
This time, we awaited the needle–that’s right, it was time for my immunization of the day. They finally called our name–my name, actually–and we went into this room where there were about 6 nurses/nurse aides standing around or doing various jobs. Mommy sat down with me on her lap, and then I saw this big needle — going toward my leg! Ahhhh! That hurts! I cried a bit because that stuff really stings. Mommy gave me my pacy and then we made our exit–to the waiting room one last time to get our things together to go. Finally, we were homeward bound. We went out the back of the clinic and made our way home–sort of a short-cut–only about 7 minutes walking!
Well, that is my story. Enjoy, and next time I will try to keep it short!
–Ezri