As I waited patiently for my turn, I've got to admit that It was another experience that I could not forget. With the other patients crying and yelling their young tonsils out. I decided to play it cool, hell it was not the first time I've been there anyways.
Eventually we got to see the doctor. She said that I had "Eczema". The minute I heard the doctor said that I turned to look at my dad's face, just to catch a glimpse of his stunned expression. Only after a short explanation from the doctor and the constant assurance from her that this is something common among babies that I managed to see my dad returned to his normal composed self.
I just hope I don't get to go to the clinic again. The queue is horrible and they made my parents apply all sorts of cream and lotion on me. It's not that I don't appreciate the effort for them in trying to get rid of my annoying rashes. It's just that the look on my dad's face after he has to foot the bill at the end of it all breaks my heart. ;)
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