tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274153148408232510.post-68639276421312297702009-09-24T20:24:00.000-07:002009-09-24T23:25:25.867-07:00<div align="justify">I normally have my morning drink at the clinic while waiting for our clinic assistants to sort out files for patients scheduled for the day. I can't help smiling to myself one particular morning when I overheard the following conversation between the 2 clinic assistants:</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">CA1 (much older but new to the department): akak rasa patient ni takkan datang klinik hari ni pasal dia dah pergi Amerika..</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">CA2 (younger but has been in the department much longer): macam mana akak tau patient ni pergi Amerika?</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">CA1: tu...ada orang tulis kat file patient "pergi US"</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">CA2: ohhh.....yang tu bukan lah....pergi US maksudnya....pergi UltraSound</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6274153148408232510-6863927642131229770?l=kbdino.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kaybee_dinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13651961095802656534noreply@blogger.com0