Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Another Accident

I don't know how I did it but I fell down yesterday. I was walking down the slope on my way home and I was thinking about all the work I had to do later when suddenly, I slipped off the curb, found myself on the ground and I had to use my hand to stop myself from rolling down. My right leg knocked quite painfully against the curb and my right palm, well about 1 cm of the skin had been scrapped off and it was bleeding. Alamak damn malu lah...I fell in front of so many people somemore. An ang-moh girl was standing beside me when this happened and she did ask me if I was alright. Of course I was still dazed after this accident but I told her I was fine and proceeded to walk home. Actually my knee ached a little but my palm didn't hurt very much. Maybe my nerves need some fine-tuning because it seems like my pain stimuli was not working very well. So I went home, feeling very sorry for myself and bathed my wounds. To my surprise, my knee was actually hurt quite bad. The skin was also scrapped off and it was bleeding too. So much for the jeans protecting me. My jeans were a little damaged by the stupid curb and there was blood on it too. Sigh...after such a traumatic experience (I seriously cannot remember the last time I hurt myself as bad as this), I decided to skip my lecture, put on plasters and went to sleep. Hahahahaha...!!!

At night, after bathing, I removed the plasters because Chris told me I was supposed to let my wounds dry up then they would heal faster. Yeah, easy to say, not so easy to do. The plasters seemed stuck to the open wounds and peeling them off was torture. The palm wound would not stop leaking (dunno what liquid it was; it was definitely not blood because the liquid was transparent; maybe it was plasma...hahahahah) and dabbing it dry with tissue hurt like hell!!! The exposed tissue was ultra-sensitive to my every movement so I couldn't type or use my mouse properly. Fortunately I wrote with my left hand. However, I had to put another plaster over it otherwise I would get fluids all over my table and my bed. The pain was bad so I popped a sleeping pill and slept the pain away...hahahahahah...needless to say, I did no work that day...

I wish my sister was here so she could sayang me.....

4 Comments:

At Wednesday, October 05, 2005 12:45:00 AM , Blogger Nippy said...

hey poor girl! Ay! BUt happen to your St John skills. Thought you were suppose to have been quite pro at dressing wounds. It sounded disastrous. HAha but maybe you are only trained to dress the wounds of others.

 
At Wednesday, October 05, 2005 1:29:00 AM , Blogger Wei Wei said...

Huh my first aid skills all return to St John already...and anyway, I was never a very good first-aider...I just liked the uniform, the footdrill and the company...wahhahaha

 
At Wednesday, October 05, 2005 1:40:00 AM , Blogger zueri said...

hey.. I remember u always injure and sprain your leg last time... I think its the way u walk.. hehe.. somethings just stays.. and never change... wei ling ah wei ling..

 
At Wednesday, October 05, 2005 2:59:00 PM , Blogger Nippy said...

Haha Wei Ling never mind! I understand! All the diaphragm excerises from ahs choir,(laughing excercises etc..) I've returned everything back to choir! Wahaha AND GOOD RIDDANCE!!

 

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