Visited the clinic often enough that I actually thought the paediatrician was a friend of my mother's who just happened to be the kindly sort who offered sickly sweet candy paired with horrid noxious-tasting remedies. Not forgetting an odd fetish of checking out kids with his metal stethoscopes.
But a trip to the clinic usually meant a side jaunt to the mall so I was usually easily mollified.
Always makes me wonder whether my early recurrent visits - and the subsequent familiarity with doctors - had any subliminal effect in my application to medical school.
Damn. I think I'm getting a fever.
These days I find myself inured to all sorts of medications. Since I distrust most pharmaceuticals, I tend not to take any when I fall ill. Rather than dose myself up full of antihistamines and antibiotics, I usually fall back on traditional remedies like chicken soup and orange juice. Even the occasional aromatherapy.
So it obviously takes a much, much longer time to get better. Which irritates me no end during my protracted convalescence ( complete with sniffing salts and oh-woe-is-me expression ). Doctors do make the worst patients.
Still wouldn't don't mind a lollipop though.