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Happy Doctors' Day!

 I just found out that yesterday was Doctors' day...
I've grown up with a few doctors in the family, a few friends are now super duper doctors, and since I've also been ill every now and then, I've been treated by unrelated unknown doctors. So here is my 5 pointer check list for lay people like you and me:

1. The next time you whine about how long you have to wait outside the doctor's office, kindly- yes PLEASE please also make sure you whine while you wait in a long queue outside the box office. After all, both are a matter of life, health, happiness and death NO?!

2. The next time the doctor prescribes antibiotics "unnecessarily", please don't take them. When you go back after 3 days with a condition that's worse off, I love watching the doctor bang his/her head on the wall once you've left.

3. If the doctor said that bump on your head is boil, it most likely is- Oh wait it can't be that simple. Dr. Google says it's a malignant growth that is going to make your eyes jump out of its sockets (See I told you it can't be that simple).

4. And when you read about some unfortunate hospital incident in the paper, please be pretty sure that doctors don't care. And cannot be trusted hereafter.

Dudes and dudettes, you better trust them cos you and I dont know nuts about how our body is wired. And they care :P

5. If you don't want to go to the doctor's office cos you'll catch something else fom there, I am fully with you. Just don't come anywhere near me with whatever you have.
(But I've always wondered why doctors rarely catch anything!)

AND inspite of all of this if you are a sincere patient (yes there is something like that), you are truly a MEDICAL MIRACLE. I'll get you a certificate for that :P

Each one of us or someone we know has had to go to the doctor with something more serious than a common cold. I very often wonder if I was cured by the medicines, Or the Doctors, Or my belief that I will be cured by the doctors. All 3 I guess.

Happy Doctors day you all.. 

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