got stung, depression!!!!

on friday evening, i got to sleep at 9p.m. as usual and then was woken up at around 11.30p.m. when something inexplicably stung my right fingers. my initial reflex action was to grasp whatever blighter it was for a few seconds and then it slipped out and my thinking at that time was that it was a grasshopper.several minutes later i got up when there surge an unbearable pain in my right forehand. it was nervely painful, seems all the nerves there were being racked to hell.then, my third son, came and offered to take me to the hospital, i duly followed him, arrived at the putrajaya hospital and visions of ER played in my mind. no such thing, the putrajaya hospital was as dead boring as most places in malayia at midnight, with an assortment of would be patients, quietly resting their butt on the plastic shairs, no ambulances wailing, no doctor/ nurses rushing about,there was no hathaway, greene, kerry, benton or carter. it was almost like a morque.i was registered-in, which blessedly was quick as my records were already there from almost 4 years there when i had my stroke. a male nurse , no, no attractive female nurses around, then proceeded to inject my right upper limb and my right rump with what i suspect was a painkiller.why my butt, the pain was in the fingers???then joined all the moronic would-be patients on their plastic chairs, waiting for my turn to be called-in into the surgery room.the wait lasted an agonisingly 2 hours wherein i then told my son that we better go home. what a scandalous scenario, can you believe that after all the billions poured into the country's healthcare and here we have a situation where in malaysia's capital,of putrajaya, one had to wait for at least 2 hours to be attended to by a doctor, this our capital city???. there goes 1 myth, on reaching home i felt that i wanted to be a mythbuster, busting the myth and all the crap about putrajaya/cyberjaya. most depressingly, i felt for my children and their future and all those would be patients all over the country, if, after more than 5o years of independence, one had to wait for more than 2 hours to receive medical attention, what hope is there for the next 50???. maybe the succession of health ministers, that regularly changed did not help matters. In this depressive mood, my son drove us home where then i called my mother to convey to her the news, where i then broke down, my body was shivering uncontrollably . why????. being stung by something isn't the worst news in the world, is it??? no, it isn't, it must be the thought that what a clapped out country malaysia is, and unfortunately, one in which my children have no choice but to grow in.as the day progressed, my depression escalated when the thoughts of more fucked-up crap and the sorry state of the nation called malaysia, sank-in. let me elucidate more later or tomorrow, time permitting. be lucky that you are not in malaysia, if you are'nt!!!