Tuesday, May 10, 2011
After 9 months, I finally registered with a doctor. Count myself lucky that I haven't needed one. It's a 5 min cycle ride from the office in a sparkling new shopping-cum-office centre which could be anywhere in the world: Starbucks, Fatburger, O'Briens Sandwich Bar, Wellness Club... Registering, form-filling, waiting and paying takes 30 mins, consultation for a minor ailment 5 mins. My (American) doctor has the strange name of Richard Saint Cyr. Turns out that Cyr was a 3-year-old child who achieved martyrdom around 300AD. It's also a French film with Isabelle Huppert. You can see I'm desperately scraping around for something to write today.