For SOCSO, 2 Hours Wait Time for 5 Qs

I am here at Hospital Kuala Lumpur or General Hospital as people normally refer it to. I am waiting for my name to be called and I have no clue when it will be. 

There is no counter near the area, no information or directive given there to let people know what to expect. While looking clueless, a kind aunty asked if I am here because of Socso. I answered her yes but I don’t know what I need to do. She saw me holding a letter and asked me to drop it into a wooden tray outside of a bilik kaunseling (counselling room). The place is full of people, waiting, I’d bet.

Initially, I had planned to come here by Uber. Mom suggested to get Brother to send me there after he dropped his kids back home from school. I thought, why not? I’d save a trip to pay.

First of all, this place is a mess. The direction and sign boards are useless. Not knowing where is the Orthopaedic Specialist Clinic, I asked Brother to dropped me near the A&E Department. Their Information Center is closed. I had to asked an Auxiliary policemen stationed at the entrance of one of the wards. He told me it’s at the new building near the hospital main entrance. Yeah, I had to walked all the way back to where we came in. I kept looking for the sign while walking but couldn’t see any signs indicating Orthopaedic. There are two looking-like-new buildings on both my left and right. Still no sign of Orthopaedic. I turned to my right toward some auditorium and saw trainee nurses coming out from the building. I stopped one and asked where is the Orthopaedic. She pointed to another not-so-new building in front of me. Wait, that building doesn’t look new. There are newer buildings!

Sigh.

While heading to the building, I saw a lot of police cars and black posh cars in front of the main entrance. There is a black Bentley with a yellow numberless plate. It belongs to someone in the Pahang royal family. A lot of people gathered near the entrance to catch a glimpse of the royal and I kinda lost my way. A nurse saw me holding a Socso letter and pointed me to 2F. Not sure why there was heaps of people waiting for the lift. I decided to take the stair instead.

Reached the second floor, I was struggling to find the sign to Bilik Kaunseling. After walking back and forth and contemplating whether to go on floor up, since I can’t see sign on which floor I am currently at. Then, I saw a plate that says  “SOCSO” with an arrow. Oh my, the crowd! I see no nurse or staff only patients and four rooms with closed door. I walked past those people to the other end, not knowing what I should do. I don’t see any signs or directions. Until that kind aunty saw me.

So, after writing till here, I have been waiting for 40 minutes. No chair or any places to sit, my back begin to ache and my feet feeling sore. I don’t dare to walk away fearing that my name would be called any time and I’d miss my turn.

The inside of the Bilik Kaunseling.. from the outside

The crowd mostly comprises of elderly and disabled people. There are few on wheelchair and walking sticks. There are also handicapped people. I am one of the few able-bodies waiting to be called. At a point, I felt embarrassed to be there because there people who does have the need to be there and to go through this process and my situation is not as bad as half of those there.

It’s almost 4, I am still standing at the same spot. Couldn’t stand the back ache and sore feet anymore. I saw several empty seats inside the room. I went in an took a seat. Luckily I brought the iPad along and downloaded a couple of eBooks. I opened up iBook app and started reading A Monster Calls by Patrick Ness. It’s a movie that would be on-screen soon. I decided to try the book first before watching the movie.

It was around 4:15 when my name was called. Finally! I had a little bit of a hard time getting up after standing up for so long. I went into the room. It was a long meeting room, with several tables joined together. There were two doctors sitting at each end of the joined tables with a Malay lady with her head resting on the table, in between the doctors. He was an Indian doctor. I took the seat in front of him while he was flipping at a photocopied of my forms with Dr. Guna’s report. He flipped it back and forth. I offered him my medical report but he said it’s okay.

It was a very, and I really mean it, short interview session. I wouldn’t call it an interview though. He only asked me five questions:

  1. What do I do for a living?
  2. When did I have GBS?
  3. Am I fully recovered?
  4. Do I start driving?
  5. Do I have to go back for follow up?

These five questions only last 3 minutes. I had to reconfirmed again that our session is indeed ended. He reassured me and said he will write the report. So, out I went.

I called Brother and told him that I will call Uber for ride home. Since it’s almost 5 and there will be congestion everywhere.

That’s my Monday.

Vague Dream, Not-So-Bad Message

I had another dream. Vague one as like the one I had on Monday.

This time, I dreamed of Niang Niang, a medium of Goddess of Mercy 觀音娘娘. Well, you know… Chinese. I think it was a short dream because I only remember a part where I drove to her place to meet her. I was saying something about Mom asked me to pay her a visit. I took some money from my pocket and handed it to her. She said it was not enough and the prayers and blessings that she had done for me cost more than what I give her. If my memory serves me right, it should be around 7 thousands.

And, that was when I woke up after being bitten by an annoying mosquito. Haha!

Vague Dream with a Possible Bad Message?

My dreams are always erratic and random. I can be talking to one person and then another person the next moment. Or I would be at one place and a quick snap, a different surrounding. Once awaken, the message would be garbled and mixed up. I would have trouble placing which scenario happened first and which next.

What I remembered about the dream I had this morning (this morning as it was already a brand new day by the time i dozed off)…

I was at somewhere, a house, upper floor. It looked very similar to the upper floor of my old house in Jinjang. I saw Dr. Guna, my treating neurologist. She was sitting on the floor with something next to her. It had white cloth over it or nothing under at all because the cloth looked flat. Dr. Guna was telling me something and her face looked like someone who had just gave you a bad news. I could not remember what she told me but I take it as something not favorable, remembering her look – a bad news, perhaps.

Then, somebody else appeared and Dr. Guna was gone. It was another scene and story; and I woke up.

In the morning, I didn’t feel great. I was trying to decipher the meaning of the dream. I know online dream thingy cannot be trusted and it will make you more nervous. It will scares you with wrong interpretation.

I remembered reading something about dream in a book in Buddhism; which I recently bought. Its titled Introduction to Buddhism: An Explanation of the Buddhist Way of Life. Honestly, while browsing for books on Buddhism, I was attracted by the cover.

The book, Introduction to Buddhism (Image Credit: Vajrasecrets by Kechara)

So, here’s an excerpt from the book. In Past and Future Lives:

We generally believe that the things we perceive in dreams are unreal while the things we perceived when we are awake are true; but Buddha said that all phenomena are like dreams in that they are mere appearances to mind. For those who can interpret them correctly, dreams have great significance. For examples,  if we dream that we visit a particular country that we have never been to in our life, our dream will indicate one of four things: that we have been to that country in our previous life, that we will visit it later in this life, that we will visit it in a future life, or that it has some personal significance for us, as it would, for example, if we had recently received a letter from that country or had seen a television program about it. Similarly, it we dream we are flying, it may mean that in a previous life we were a being who could fly, such as a bird or a meditator with miracle powers, or it may predicts that we will become such a being in the future. A flying dream may also have a less literal meaning, symbolizing an improvement in out health or state of mind.

The author also said it was his dream that he was able to discover where his mother had been reborn after she had died.

That made me ponder a while, what kind of message my dream was trying to deliver to me. After a while, I was “oh well, I am just a normal being and not like an accomplished meditation master or a teacher of Buddhism like the author”.