I had a sudden major eczema flare up, worst thing that ever happened in my life. I thought my skin will never be normal again. I visited doctor Koh but due to severity, progress took some time. I became impatient and tried to seek …

Love all the people who work here! Incredibly warm, efficient and conservative/pragmatic (read thoughtful about the patient’s wallet and not at all pushy) in recommending treatment options. I had come in to rule out a (suspected cancerous) condition (which was dismissed by Dr. Loke and Dr. Tan with practical and empiric reasoning, and a little bit of humor, sent me to do a blood test just to be sure), and on that first visit was taken straight to a nearby lab to complete a blood draw. My legs were wrapped in thin gauze and a stitched soft rubber wrap to control any bleeding from where I had been spiked multiple times before. The soft spoken nurse from Kuala Lumpur understood my anxieties and appreciated my efforts to get in earlier as a walk-in patient; as I had barely gotten any sleep the night before. Without either doctor talking to each other, Dr. Loke handed me the lab referral, introduced me to the familiar Sabahan nurse who spoke the Sabahan dialect, and then told me to go to the lab here today. Dr. Tan walked me down the narrow lane to One Life Lab on Scott’s Road, a ten-minute walk, waited while I completed my tests and then walked me back; all with the soft spoken sensitivity and neurotic empathy of a fellow anxiety-ridden test taker. As my blood was tested for all manner of diseases and cholesterol and what not, I chose to wait at the lab to receive my results. About three hours after getting spiked, the patient-centred doctor called the lab to enquire about my anxiously awaited results and only then informed me over the phone that everything looked great! Cancer tags excluded. The database with their mobile number is what got Dr. Tan through to me. I was worried about my health, as my dad had had several bowel resections that were stemming from a flare in Crohn’s. None of the initial lab tests were that immediate; they didn’t even check for titer titers and markers. But blood tests were done right, and I was relieved of all my anxieties that day by someone I had only met twice. The last time I had this good a doctor was when Dr. Tan explained hidradenitis suppurativa to me. And then there was the anxious and meek looking waitress who responded to my unspoken needs with sparkling eyes. She had inquired about my last visit to the hospital. When this; on-the-verge-of-raging insomniac who was already two celexas deep, told her the list of all the parts I had touched. She nervous responded that she was an ex-hospital nurse and had felt my light touches in a hospital-like way. I knew that shining light was reading me. That shining light was creating the afferent feedback I failed to consciously register all these other years. That shining light was warning the epileptic me before embarking, months later, on my ill-fated trial of oregano oil that sent me to the ER with drug-resistant seizures that took me two weeks to recover from. That shining light was categorizing my thoughts everyday. That shining light must have been quite the guardian. That shining light couldn’t have been lost when you went across the hall. That’s ok. I drift and lose memories all the time. That’s ok. Takes a whole mind to forgive them too. I still wouldn’t cross any hall if it’s for your help. Sorry. I just had to make this safer for me. Forget you. You don’t deserve a shining light.