A very makcik2 looking Dr attended me and straight away looked at me hands and nails and held them.

My fingers never went clubbing.. i think.
"eh mmg kuku selalu mcmni ke?" she looked surprised and examines her own. (Should Doctors do that?)
Anyway she explains nails like mine only happens to people with heart problems.
"HEART PROBLEMS!!?" In Capital RED.
Not heart attacks drop dead kind of problems but..
"Macam jantung berlubang. Selalunya dari kecik dah detect, tapiii.. Maybe awak punya tak serious sgt pasal tu awak HIDUP lagi sampai skrg. Hehehe"
I laughed with her. kahkahkahkah.
Dr Makcik proceeded to Listen to my Heart. S l o w l y. And repeat. And again. And again with a concerned look all over her face.
And she put the statescope on herself too! Huh??
(Maybe checking that its working).
"erm.. erm.. mmg bunyi lain skit la jantung awak. Tapi jgn worry ya adik, buat check up lah nanti kita refer kat specialist... bla bla bla"
No im not worried, Dr Makcik. With all due respect, how come countless other Drs never said anything then? .. Somehow this felt exciting.
Wow I could be just like Marc Vivien Foe, but me, dropping dead in the middle of the futsal pitch just after scoring that screamer. And i'd be in FOURFOURTWO Malaysian edition RM9.00, maybe a small spot in FOURFOURTWO UK, 3quid.
"Ampang Sunday League Futsal player drops dead after scoring".
Ok maybe i dont score that much and never played in a League. Well that's journalism spicing things up. And i dont wanna die on a Sunday.
Nauzubillah. i dont wanna die on a footie pitch. God Willing, i want to die on a Friday, Amin. So thats like any +7 days from the day my heart sounded funny. Heh.
Jokes aside, as i left Klinik Global, i felt a mild pain on my left side chest.
Oh ho ho what was that?!
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huhuhu.. i checked my fingers, unfortunately aku lupa dah camana nak sukat angle... hahahahaa..
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