Yesterday I was at the General Hospital to have one of my family members given a medical check-up.
It was expected by me that it would be a quick case of waiting, seeing the medical specialist, collecting whatever medicine and driving home. I had done this on a number of occasions, always pleased with the ever increasingly improved medical services and facilities at the distant hospital, thanks to competent ministers like the downfallen Datuk Seri Dr. Chua Soi Lek and previous Health Ministers.
What the heck, I even brought along my copy of The Borneo Post and was titillated by the breaking juicy Health Minister Sex Tape Scandal ... in a place that has itself become totally sexually sterile! Yessir-these days, all the nurses everywhere wore pants, appearing more like our sex and some even had their heads covered with a tudong (scarf). Often I couldn't help muttering to myself, "Jez-becoming sick is no fun any more compared to those good old days... What a bloody boring unglamorous job!".
Pardon me-back to my story about yesterday after that distracted naughty thought-yesterday was a different experience. It was really, really, really bad!
What happened was that at 4:00 p.m. one of the kids wanted to ease herself (A boy could conveniently do it any way!)after another of the kids had seen the specialist doctor at Pakar (Ward) 3. We went to all the toilets from Pakar 1 to 4 and much to our disbelief, discovered they were all locked! Even the emergency ward toilets were similarly inaccessible to the public!
I observed one messy toilet had some busy carpenters working in it.
As a last desperate resort, my 11-year old kid dashed into the ladies' toilet at the hospital canteen which was quite a considerable distance away from Pakar 3.
I went to the gentlemen's toilet.
We came out with different experiences.
She made the disturbing complaint that it was frightening dark inside the place. She could hardly see anything!
As for me, I had to complain I felt nauseous. You see, there were two stalls in the men's toilet. One was filled with thick brownish faeces all over the squatting toilet and around it, obviously from someone who had had diarrhoea. The other facility had toilet tissues with yellowish faeces scattered all over the open pit! If Tattoo of Fantasy Island had been around, he would have shouted "Da smell! Da smell!" instead of "Da plane! Da plane!".
It wasn't surprising to see the mess because when I left the place hastily I noticed quite a lot of hospital visitors rushing to these two available toilets after we left!
So an ordinary day at the hospital wasn't so funny! Instead of enjoying the juicy scandalous bits we suffered! Maybe the Cosmic Joker wanted the last laugh!