drifting in and out

I'm not a sickly person, really. In 2010, I only used one day (yes, one!) sick leave for the entire year. I got a fever due to staying late in the office for several consecutive days. In 2011, I couldn't even remember if I took a sick leave, or MC, as what we usually call it here.

So medically speaking, this year is breaking the record.

It started in January, then May. And August till now. Yes, I'm still sick as of this writing. It's not the kind of sickness that would require me to stay at home and in bed, but I know I'm not in my usual healthy state. Though my bouts with almost-starvation are not as intense as three weeks ago, I still couldn't eat normally. I have yet to schedule an appointment with my doctor because my uber-expensive claims from last month were still pending. It was denied by our medical insurance provider from Hong Kong. I filed an appeal and I haven't heard from them.

My medical claims are so expensive that if I compare it to my travel expenses I could stay in Sydney for three days (inclusive of budget airline return tickets!) with that money.

Truth is, I'm scared of seeing my doctor because that appointment might lead to a referral letter to a specialist. Gosh, the mere mention of it scares me: a specialist.