So I got tired of waiting for the slow-slow public hospital and decided to have my bone spurs removed in a private clinic. I got the surgery yesterday, and I’ve been lying in bed with my leg elevated, trying not to move, waiting for the pain to subside.

This morning, the phone rang in the living room. Damn… I got on my feet, grabbed the crutches and hurried out my bedroom to answer the phone.

It was the clinic: “Hello Sir! You’ve had surgery at our clinic yesterday!.To thank you for your business, we would like to offer you a free podiatrist foot and nail care consultation!”

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Really?

I know it’s just a machine triggering the call for a commercial offer. But they could at least have someone check the person’s medical record first. It’s a bit depressing. Kind of like when my Dad reached the age of 100 and he started getting ads for baby formula because the advertisers’ database encoded the age on 2 digits…