Medicine men

Wifey is sick today. She decided to eat healthy today which meant it was all fruit. Now I have a roll of fat around my midriff to take care of me in these situations. She doesn’t. Result, gastroenteritis and much vomiting. Which meant that around eleven I had to go to the nearest hospital with a twenty four hour dispensary for some anti-vomittingy druggy thingy.

This hospital I went to isn’t a government one. It’s called Neelu Angels “Come in and we’ll skin you” Hospital or something like that. Which means that the actual number of resident doctors are around two, most of the actual doctors are visiting consultants and at eleven the only people who are all wearing white coats are the compounders. The dispensary (where the compounders) usually are was staffed by a security guy wearing a white coat and attempting to look like a compounder. So I am like:

“Can I have some medicine which can prevent vomiting”.

“I can’t give you anything. Please talk to the casualty ward”. Which is staffed by a woman who is on the phone and a guy eating a mango bar.

So I go.

“Can I have some medicine to prevent vomiting”

The guy with the mango bar goes:

“Who is it for”

“My wife, she is sick and…”

“Sorry. We can’t recommend medicine till you admit your wife here”

“Really. So I guess if I wanted some over the counter medicine like say Eno here I’d still need to get admitted?”

There was a brief pause and then the mango bar guy respectfully says:

“Sirji. Try ondem.”

Don’t mess with my logic. I have been watching House.