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oh the medical centre in town, how i hold fond memories of this place! my favourite recollection is being told that i couldn't possibly ever have skin cancer because i am asian, regardless of the fact that i have been baking under our ozone hole for a some time (as should be evident by my accent!). sitting in the waiting room and observing the goings on for at most 20 minutes today, that same doctor churned through at least five patients in that time; an impressive and worrying throughput by any standard. why is it no mean feat to find a decent medical professional, be it a gp, dentist, optometrist or physio (I was told repeatedly by one that I had torn my ankle ligaments, a diagnosis quickly dispelled by a second opinion)?!