Leucoderma is a disease of change in skin pigmentation, which is basically harmless but creates a lot of mental stress and agony to those, who gets infected by this disease. There was a white spot on my left forearm that came to my notice quite some time back. Being white in color, it was in contrast with my body color, but I never gave much thought of the spot. I am a hairy person and the spot goes inside the sleeve of the shirt. However, although I never mentioned my wife eventually noticed it.
She made it an issue out of it and on her insistence the spot was inspected by my grown up kids and all of them had the same opinion that I must have a consultation with a skin specialist immediately. Who knows, it could be cancerous!
Now I was alarmed. It sure does not take much of an effort to consult a good skin specialist and I decided to fix an appointment with Dr.Rubina Khatun, a well-known dermatologist of the locality where I resided. The only problem was that she could be consulted in a private hospital only. I was allotted a time slot at 6 PM on Friday evening. It certainly jeopardized my plans for the weekend, but the consultation, I thought was too important to miss out.
When I went to the hospital for Out Patient Department registration, the concerned clerk had already left. However, I was advised by the security personnel to go to the OPD Room No.14 and meet the receptionist there and explain about appointment. Fees would be collected by her, I was told. I went to the door of the room 14 where I found that it was the corner room at the end of the corridor. There were three patients waiting in the visitor chairs. I did not know when my turn would come, so I went to ask the receptionist, a plump lady of about forty years. She was visibly annoyed on my approach as she appeared to be busy talking on her cell phone.
After about two minutes she hung up and then I politely asked her," Madam, could you please tell me when I am likely to be called?"
She did not allow me to finish my sentence and looked at me with a stern look in her face. Clearly she did not like the timing of my query and replied in an aggressive loud voice, "Sir, your name will be announced when your turn will come. Please don't disturb the peaceful ambiance of a hospital for the sake of other serious ailing patients."
While I was sulking, not being able to explain my position, a buzzer went off and she rushed inside the consultation room completely ignoring me. What transpired inside the room I did not know, but when she came out, she was still glaring at me, but remained silent.
I was perplexed. I had simply made a query in a low tone and I was sure that my query was legitimate, but her outburst came simply out of the blue. However, I thought it better to ignore her stern response for now. Later I would explain the doctor about my failure to register for consultation and I tried to relax.
I now looked at the other patients. An old man who was being escorted by a middle aged person was the first in queue. The second patient was a pregnant woman and the third patient beside whom I was sitting, was a young lady in her early thirties along with a gentleman who appeared to be her husband. I had to sit beside her as there was no other vacant seat.
Now, I found that this patient was constantly randomly scratching at locations of her body and she was doing it continuously. She was certainly uncomfortable, but I was curious about her itches. She was clandestinely scratching various intimate parts of the body also, while her bored husband looked at the matronly attendant presumably with some carnal desire.
When I gathered enough courage to look at the underside area of the receptionist's table which had open leg space, I found that she was a hairy lady and probably did not have either the time or inclination to remove her body hairs. Although I liked hairy women, but I anticipated more trouble if I stared at her and got caught. I thought it safe to steal a glance once in a while, on her displayed hairy assets when she was looking elsewhere.
In the meantime the old gentleman came out of the consultation room and the pregnant lady went in. The opposite chairs being vacant, I went and took up a vacant seat there. When I sat there I found that I was not in direct eye contact with the lady attendant, but I could see her legs. The scratching lady was now even more agitated and had put a hand inside her blouse and brought out the brown nipple, lightly scratching the nipple with singular attention.
I observed her activities while her husband was busy in ogling the legs of the attendant. There was a faint smile in the face of the receptionist, I surreptitiously noted. She was enjoying the attention. However, I decided to concentrate on the right and left nipples of the lady to ascertain if there was any sizable difference in size and shape of the two specimens, but later on gave up since the conclusion required a closer inspection of the subjects, which my current position did not give me enough privilege to do so.
Ten minutes later, the lady with the itch left for the consultation and I was now next in line. The attendant was now looking at me with some interest. I too reciprocated and found she was well stacked in mammary department and a couple of undone buttons of her shirt were giving me a good idea of her endowment.
While I kept on appreciating the whole package, the buzzer sounded and then a young lady in a white apron came out along with the last patient. Now, I was asked by the receptionist to wait and then she went inside. After a couple of minutes she came out and indicated me to go in.
When I went in, the doctor was seated. I found Dr.Rubina an extremely beautiful tall, fair and slim lady in her late thirties. Traditional dress worn by her had accentuated her attributes, I observed. I went on to sit on the patient's stool beside her. I could smell a beautiful fragrance emanating out of her. With a frown on her face she asked me curtly, "Were you creating nuisance in the waiting hall?"
I replied, "No, Madam, I was just asking the lady attendant how long it would take to consult you. I was not able to register for consultation and wanted to inform you".
-The receptionist has got a call from the security about you and she has informed me. But I am sure you understand that certain protocols are required to be maintained in a hospital premises. You must not disobey the rules, else we will have to take action for unruly behavior."
-Sorry Madam, I assure you that it will not be repeated.
-OK, now tell me about your problem.
I opened the button of my shirt's left sleeve and showed her the white patch on my upper forearm. She took out a magnifying glass, switched on the table lamp and checked the spot carefully for some time and then asked me, "Do you have a similar spot in any other part of your body?"
- I have not really checked and can't tell you for sure.
- Then there is a problem. I need to get your body checked thoroughly. But my assistant has already left.
-It would have been convenient for me if I could get it over with. I would rather request you to please finish this check up, as I am worried about this white patch.
-That is the problem with people like you. You don't take no for an answer. We need to check your whole body. OK, I am calling my receptionist to do the job.I don't think there is any other patient waiting.
When I thought of the attendant, I did not like the idea of her inspecting my body. I tried to protest, "Is not there a professional assistant available for the body check?"
-"Enough, she is a professional nurse. Since our regular receptionist is on maternity leave, Rita is doubling up as a receptionist. But let us not waste any more time", and then she pushed the buzzer.
