Polyclinic prescribed medicine is good...

Still had my fever early in the morning, couldn't get to sleep the whole night... I was actually the 19th person to register at the clinic, the second in line to see the doctor in room 11 and the 9th person to collect my prescription at the pharmacy...

With all the wardrums sounding in my head, I was extremely glad to see my mei (Younger sister) working that day. One sympathetic look from her was enough to melt all my pains away... That was until I met the cashier... The "nice indian lady" made a fever worn person go out on a quest for small change for the 50 dollar note she was holding...

Anyway, I must have been to sick to argue with her... I walked over to the nearest 7-eleven to buy a pack of sweet just for small change... (Guess what? It must be my "lucky" day, cause the cashier was complaining to me that she doesn't have any small change either... But she gave me the change eventually, and I thanked her for her effort and her "you're so unwelcomed" poker face.)

The trip back to the clinic then back home was draining, and my mood was at it's lowest peak... After some medicine popping and some good RnR, I was raring to go... Is this what people in the olden times refer to as elixers?