According to studies, an Octopus, a carnivorous marine mollusc with eight long tentacles, has one distinguishing characteristic that keeps it from becoming hungry all the time. Its body is made up of unique cells called chromatophores, which allow it to blend in with its surroundings. This method allows the octopus to readily grasp its prey with its own hands.
However, studies have yet to demonstrate that humans have one of them. But, thanks to my telescopic encounters, I was able to locate one at Jigme Dorji Wangchuk National Referral Hospital. This time, though, it was an omnivorous octopus in the ENT department. The so-called expert personified the greatest human chromatophoric phenomena. Her tissues could blend with that of the patients referred to her.
I was required to complete the medical requirements after being selected to pursue the Master's Degree in Science and Technology as it was formally conducted. After paying Nu. 450 at the hospital, a representative in the registration department informed us that all medical requirements will be performed, with the exception of ENT, which does not remain open during off-hour clinic unless specific situations are recommended. So we were told to come back the next day, only to find out that specialists were engaged in Operation Theater.
My friends and I returned on the third day and were delighted to be the first in line. But then a guy of notable riches, power, or relative bravery yanked open the door and walked in. The incomplete door closing swept their lengthy non-medical conversation outdoors.
Following his delayed departure, my friend compelled me to query her about our scholarship medical plan. Her growling mouth spewed the flames of the ridiculous post-mortem of our stay in an instant. We understood she could have become accustomed to such medical formality and hence demanded fewer specifics, but it was just paradoxical.
When she noticed us, the brightness of her grin that had been there for a few minutes faded. We realised she was going through rapid metachrosis. Her words stabbed us with the needles of embarrassment. It wasn't a patient-friendly environment. That sequence in her drama (if it existed in history) would have deserved the Best Oscar for Villains Role Female. Even the rosary of our humble words was unable to penetrate the ear of that specialist.
I did my best to dilute every bit of her corrosive remarks with the fluid of comprehension from our patience cells. I merely wanted to smooth out the creases of shortages and lapses that existed, which, if resolved, would allow us to submit our medical documentation on time.
When persons in positions of authority exhibit an octopus-like personality, a poor teacher like me is immediately reminded of a lack of acute moral education. People must work hard to school their attitudes and demonstrate improved human behaviour.
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