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Mad, fun loving, nosey, caring, loving, tactile, straight, kind, fairly generous, helpful, critical, bossy and honest ! The simple things in life mean more than all the adornments we have or possess to make our lives better, only to find that all these things provide temporary gratification.....peace within oneself is by far the better answer....

Saturday, 27 November 2010

Mistaken Identity

Apologies to anyone who has already read this on Facebook, but this is just too funny not to blog. Here goes........

The alarm went off at 6am, another day begins, I awoke feeling ready to face the day, despite having had a disturbed night, listening to the vertical blinds clashing as I have the window open in the bedroom. Close the window, I hear you say? The apartment's air conditioning was turned off in October, we have had no heating on despite temperatures falling below 0C, but it was still hot! Even at night.  Now, I know what sprouting tomato seedlings feel like, living in a greenhouse.  The blinds are made of rigid plastic and though it was beating out a rhythm, it wasn't what I needed to be hearing throughout the night, I shut the windows eventually, but it was still swaying and clashing, albeit in time with it's own rhythm. It was clash clash, clash clash, clash clash.... purlease be quiet, I want some sleep...

Anyhow, up I get, Dave was getting ready for work, made his own sandwiches, having his breakfast, and he was gone before 6.30am. I decided to make pancakes for the kids brekkie, and steamed some Chinese buns for their lunch. I was helping out at the school library later and was looking forward to that. I had been behaving like a recluse for the past 2 days, wallowing in my disappointment of the house sale falling through, but I also had some knitting to do and also some calls to make to the UK regarding the house, bills, cleaning etc.

Kids were really happy, they love their pancakes, especially with maple syrup and pecan nuts. Off we went to meet the school bus, on my return to the condo, I picked up the post from the mail room. I walked back up the stairs to the apartment, I count that as part of my exercise routine for the day..sometimes, it's the only excercise I do, but I do run up the stairs, about 5 flights.


I open my mail, our Health Insurance cards arrived today... yippeeee, can go and get some of my meds now, but wait a minute, who is Sun Yin Chong???? Got my photo next to that name, but that's not my name, another hurdle to jump...when will it end? When my life does, I guess.....you've read the next quote on my previous blogs, but it's apt here.


Become like the sun. If you do so, all darkness will be dispelled.
No matter what happens, live confidently with the conviction that you,
yourself are the "sun." Of course, in life there are sunny days and
cloudy days. But even on cloudy days,
... the sun is still the sun. Even
when you are suffering, it is vital that you strive to keep the sun
shining brightly in your heart. ~Daisaku Ikeda


They must have read this bit on my blog and took it seriously, this is why Ontario Health thinks my name is now SUN Yin and not Su Yin. I have to laugh because if I don't I'd probably cry. When we applied for these, we could see the person serving us really wanted to be somewhere else, just by her body language. It was a Friday, just after midday when we walked up to her counter. We tried to cheer her up, but she was determined not to smile and remain mardy. She appeared to be rushing things and now has got my name wrong on the card.



Could I use my card even though my name was wrong on it? Would it mean that my name all my medical records started here would be wrong too? The reason I am concerned is that I am on long term medication for my blood pressure, so would need to get a prescription for them soon. In addition, I have not been taking one of them as my supply got lost in our move. More importantly, Dave had taken my BP the night before and it was 130/105, and refused to budge, so, I needed to see someone fairly soon.


I called up the helpline number for the health department. Went to all the normal, press 1 if you want English, press 2 if you want this, press 3 if you want that. Eventually, I get to speak to someone, and she gives me a number to call. I call at 8.35, as lines are open at 8.30am. I explained my predicament, and got this in return-
Me- My OHIP card arrived today, and my name is incorrectly spelled on it.
Woman- What documentation did you use to apply for the card?
Me- My Malaysian Passport, 
She stops me in my tracks
Woman- That is not a recognised document, you do not have a Canadian Passport?
Me- No
Woman-What is you status in Canada?
Me- I am here on a work permit
Woman- Well, they must have got your name wrong on the work permit.
Me- I don't think so, as I didn't have my work permit at the time of application, I showed my passport with my visitors Visa to immigration.
Woman- It's a typo then?
Me- I guess it must be
Woman- What do you mean you guess?
(Cogwheels churning and this came to mind,"Pardon me? Did I hear here correctly? What do I mean guess? Why you condescending , rude so and so!")

She questioned me in a condescending tone, in fact the whole conversation was carried out by this person in this manner. I felt as though she was accusing me of something, what I do not know.
Anyhow, then I got asked where I applied for the card, I told her and she said she would get someone to contact me to tell me what to do. I gave her my contact details and we ended the call, I politely thanked her despite her rude treatment of me.


Someone called me back and now I have to get to Sheppard and Yonge and bring along my work permit to get my name corrected. I feel penalised for someone else's mistake, all the documentation was given to her, the forms had been filled out on line and printed out.  Human error I know, and I have a way of resolving it, but it demands time,effort and money. Just as well I am not working, huh?  It's ok, I am meeting Jessica on Wednesday at Yonge and Finch, and will go sort this out before we meet at 10.30.


To err is human, to forgive divine, and I am truly Divine!


All the Chinese in this town have English names, and many are surprised I have not got one, maybe I should be called Divine??? Maybe not, Definitely NOT ! hehehehehehhehee

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