Doctors in Malaysia, and Doctors around the rest of the world quite frankly….I hate them. Until today. Why? Because I have been visiting Doctors since I was a teenager due to……I don’t know……perhaps I was overly malnourished as a child and then developed lots of health issues, just as an example, my late Mom as a single Mom fed me diluted condensed milk because she could afford nothing else and my entire mouth of teeth were gone by the age of 3. She earned RM100 a month in 1974 and starved herself quite a bit so I could eat and we could have a roof over our heads shared with 2 other Taiping ladies. One bedroom above a shoplot with 3 thin mattresses on the floor and 3 suitcases. It was very cosy. I still have the image in my mind because of my photographic memory.
My earliest memory of Doctors was actually of dentists in the Government Hospitals that my grandmother worked at with several nurses holding me down as the dentist extracted my rotten malnourished teeth one by one. It was visit after visit after visit. They would trick me that I was going somewhere and then bang, it was the hospital.
My next memory of Doctors was always my Dad taking me as a young kid and teenager whenever I got sick. Oh, I did have that running through the glass door accident when I was 10 too and the feet operation at 14. So you see? I am very familiar with the damn medical faculty.
And when I lived by myself in London, I was still playing BFF with Doctors and hospitals!!! WTF!!! I was hospitalised literally every winter for asthma for up to 2 weeks and thank goodness my stay there was free!!! Bored shitless out of my mind I actually snuck out of the hospital for 7 hours once. UCH it was. Hee. And of course after I came back to KL, my relationship with Doctors and Hospitals continued. WTF. Like seriously.
Hemiplegic migraines, chronic asthma, and now heart disease? My body has been pretty fucked for a long time! Who is to blame? Me. Absolutely me. Bad lifestyle choices, bad food, lack of sleep, poor stress management, all have contributed to my poor health. Yet because of my intense dislike of Doctors, I have tried to boycott them all as I know many who are unethical. I even have family members working in Pharma and know how the Doctors get incentives.
So today, I met a pioneer kidney specialist. He was pretty old and had achieved a lot in his field of medicine. As I was the last patient for the day, the very kind gentleman lent me 2 whole hours of his time. He was meant to leave at 11am but I held him back till after 1.30pm and half way through, even his wife called to check if he was coming home for lunch. Dear handsome uncle Doctor, may you be blessed with everything that you wish for till eternity for your kindness.
As it was a Raya week, most Doctors were not even working that day and the Radiology department was about to close yet this very kind Doctor called them to stay open for me and requested for another kind elderly Doctor to do the ultrasound on me. Usually at the hospital, it is always the technicians who do the Ultrasounds on me but today was special. The Doctor did it himself and took ages as he was so detailed and measured every single thing on the ultrasound – my ovaries, my kidneys, my liver, and I don’t know what else. Some black dots in the Ultrasound which I didn’t dare ask. He was a jolly old man himself so today, I fell in love with these two Doctors. They have regained my faith in Doctors but just the two of them.
Because not only did they give me their time, they cared. They truly cared and I could feel it. They gave me so much time and we all know, time is our most precious commodity. And they fed me with so much knowledge. Many people are incredibly selfish with knowledge but these Doctors were outspoken enough to say that most Doctors were not only drug pushers but money making. It is the education of the Malaysian society that needs addressing. Malaysians are conditioned to always receive medication whenever a visit to the Doctor is made. This is bullshit. In America, I think he said it was, antibiotics were only prescribed when it was confirmed that a patient had a bacterial infection. Most patients were sent home to self heal. He also cited some studies which for the life of me I cannot remember. This very elderly Doctor also said that he has taken antibiotics in his whole life only THREE TIMES.
OKayyyyyyy. Let’s see. I am now about half the age of that Doctor and must have taken antibiotics easily 20-30 times in my life. EASILY. And the Doctor said that many a time, it is the drugs that has killed that patients, not their disease. That is a really sad fact. They tried to educate the population but people do not want to listen. It is much more fun to abuse the body and then take drugs to suppress the issue at hand unknowing that longer term or quantified use of drugs eventually abuse the body further. Eating poorly also damages the body to a large degree. Meat, the wrong oils (the only safe oils thus far for frying is organic caratena oil from palm oil, coconut oil and olive oil uncooked), processed food in ANY form. His family only eats fruit and vegetables and occasionally fish. They hardly ever eat out and if they do, stay far, far away from fried food. Because of the dangers of the oils that restaurants use. Better be safe than sorry. Too many people are suffering from cancer, heart disease and failure of the organs. When we eat poorly, the toxic substances that enter into our body (such as the food conditioning found in commercial bread, antibiotic cows – milk included and chicken, fertilised vegetables, etc) does not get digested and start forming a poison layer slowly but surely around our stomach. This layer gets thicker and thicker and eventually, the normal functions of the organs get out of whack because nutrients are not absorbed sufficiently and the body produces wrong amounts of enzymes and insulin, and eventually we get disease. Free radical cell damage.
Oh yeah. I am so familiar with this concept. And for my future, I have to start following the footsteps of the Doctor. He says we can all live till over a hundred years old and started showing me news clippings of tons of people in the world who lived beyond a hundred who looked fitter than me! Dang! And guess what? This Doctor plays tennis and is really fit. Shame on me. I can barely walk up a flight of stairs without panting and collapsing onto the ground despite exercising 4 times a week.
So after Raya week, I pledge to eat only fish, eggs and fruit and vegetables. I will do this for a whole 2 weeks. I have never even managed to do this for ONE week but this time I will tell myself that I WILL do it. And I know that I CAN do ANYTHING that I set my mind out to do. Even kill the prime minister. Not that I will but I can. I will also refrain from any rice, wheat, flour made products, and sugar. And dairy too. Let’s just give it a go once in my life to see how fresh faced I look after 2 weeks. After all, the Hubs says I couldn’t pass for a 31 year old (you think he needs to get his eyes checked?) yet my Neal’s Yard facial lady guessed that I was 30 years old. Bahahahahaha. She needs her eyes checked too.
Embarrassingly, the Doctor took a special measuring tape today and measured my fat tummy. Oh dear. I told the Hubs, don’t look!!!
Anyway, the Doctor said that if I could very difficultly eat well for at least 6 months, I WILL lose weight and get healthier. Everyone can do it. And if anything, Izumio and Super Lutein would boost that process and pro-long your life from death.
Alhamdullilah. Thank you for such a wonderful Friday.
Please extend my most sincere prayers to a few strong Muslim women who are fighting some very unfair battles right now. I know that in God’s eyes, they will come out of their predicaments more than well. They are incredibly smart women and I love them to bits. Not for their intelligence but for their sincerity to the core. When one has these kinds of trueness, you just know. It’s like their hearts connect with yours through this spark of electricity and you just know. They have my back as I have theirs. Always.