So a few months back I had a bit of a health scare a combination of eating a large quantity of salan meat with a bit of a beverage and some stress at work got me a heartburn and light hotheadedness, being fiercely independent I checked myself in to a hospital and a bunch of angels descended on me and did a multitude of tests on me and they were all so nice and friendly with me, I am amazed at the love and caring I get from strangers. I befriended the young doctors and they as a precaution booked a stress test for me. The Iranian cardiologist at the stress test again was just awesome. He told me my heart rate is very low and people who exercise a lot may have a low heart rate. He didn’t find anything wrong but again being so kind with me he ordered a very expensive CT angiograpy for me. Again I went to the angiography all by myself without bothering anyone. At the diagnostic place again I was met with amazing friendliness, the older male nurse Martin botched my IV a bit and splattered blood allover, made me feel good as I haven’t been stabbed in a while. To make up for the problem he decided to give me some amazing advise like never lay with feet crossed as it can form blood clots and also while travelling take aspirin as their is a chance of blood clots on a long flight etc.
Today I went to this amazing doctor who again has been so nice to me and she looked at my scan on the Primary care network and told me my arteries are all clear and my ticker is banging good, I was prepared for the worst as I eat huge chunks of red meat on a daily basis and my wife runs around with a belan in her hand trying to pry the slab of meat from my mouth.
My dilemma is ever since she heard about my tests etc she has been so so nice with me, she hugs me, gives me massages, makes fresh food clean my room do my laundry and as soon as she finds out that I am a mushtanda all my privileges are gone. Should I let her know or keep milking the situation. I have been milking it with kids also going like baita we wont live for ever etc guilt trips. What would you do?
One very surprising thing the doctor told me is that now they believe high cholesterol levels are not linked to heart disease. Although my numbers were all good. I can’t get why eating so many eggs and massive quantities of red meat hasn’t made my cholesterol go bonkers.
Adorbs. I like how she mixes up her weapon-of-choice. It’s a bailan this time.
Yes, you should tell her the truth. But not because honesty is the best policy. It’s more because of my perverse curiosity to see if she’ll step it up a notch…to like chainsaw level. twiddlesthumbs
I am having a time of my life, yesterday I had spicy Tahari, bhindi, allo palak and soft mulayam koftas with perfectly round phulkas, I get loads of hugs and kisses and I am not required to make lunch and breakfast for kids and get a free run to walk, hike and enjoy nature for hours at a time, look at my nature walks…
Jis care aur love ki baat tum kar rahay ho… Doctor ko aik hi nazar main andaza hojata hia kay iss gaey(cow) say kitna doodh niklay ga… unhonay tujhay bewaqoof banaya… aik specialist say laiker dosry specialist phir teesry and so on…
kabhi aik test likha phir dosra phir confirmatory test… jis care par ajj tumny apni garda taan li hia aur bary fakhar say unki care ko samjh rahay ho… yeh medical filed main pasisa kamany kay harbay hian…
You are kidding, right? Being primary caregiver for my late mother, being married to a hypochondriac and father to 3 c section babies I know most doctors are not friendly.
Cardiologist Dr, Alizadeh went as far as lying on my stress test to get me in on the horribly expensive CT scan. The older male nurse did not need to give me advice on not crossing my feet and taking aspirin in flights.
It is publicly funded in Canada and we don’t pay a dime, the reviews of the cardiologist say that he is rude, short and curt with people and yet he took a lot of time and care with me.
All my life I have been guilted to do khidmat for people claiming to be too sick to look after their responsibility, when her elder sister came over from Pakistan I was going yaay!! now I can take a break as she might help in the kitchen but then her sister claimed to be sick and how the heat of the stove makes her get sick and stuff and Humm toa beemar hain and Allah nai aap koa seehat dei hai..etc..even with my lovely queen it has been "Baby I didn’t sleep too well, I have a migraine, I have fibromyalgia etc. My dear late mother never cooked for a day in her life and I had to cook for her too. First time in my life I am getting catered to and by God it feels great…yes baita, it wont be an out right lie but a bit of omission is required..haha!!
I´d a very weird experience on something similar. I´d been misbehaving with my girlfriend the whole day as she left after having had enough of me. I apologised in a text and said that I´ve the “C-problem”. She drove back in a hurry, hugged me, kissed me, only to find that I was referring to constipation instead of cancer.
