I have an appointment with a doctor later this afternoon.
This doctor is one of those expensive ones.
By right, I actually can't afford the treatment (even with my insurance) but the appointment was arranged by a rich Chinese guy who said he is paying for it.
Initially I was reluctant to take up his kind offer, but after he repeatedly said he just wants to help as a friend, then I decided to agree with it.
Felt that if I still refused, it's like not wanting to be his friend.
I actually don't really like owing anything to anybody.
My little bit of pride, that one.
See lah, if the bills turn out to be not too expensive, I'll pay for it myself.
I need the treatment because I have been suffering from my ailment for almost a month now.
The other treatments I had over the past weeks didn't seem to improve my condition.
Even though I can now actually move around quite a bit, there are still lots of pain involved.
Hopefully I will not be accused of eating dedak if the Chinese guy eventually pays for my medical bills.
He's pro-Najib but nonetheless is just a friend who wants to help me.
It doesn't make a difference to me either if he's pro-Dr Mahathir, okay.
And nope, my rich Chinese friend is not Jho Low....almost, but not him :)
No kidding, okay.
Later on, I have a buka puasa appointment which my boss wanted me to attend.
It's part of my job, actually.
The function is somewhere in downtown KL. Hopefully there will be no jam and my condition holds till then.
I planned to escape from the buka puasa function as early as possible.
Anyway, I'm not a big fan of buka puasa functions.
Always awkward, especially when bumping into people that I don't like at such functions. It could spoil my puasa mood.
Prefer having it in the comfort of home instead.
This is going to be my first buka puasa function this year. Hopefully the last one too.
Okay, need to get ready to go now.