Sunday, April 01, 2007

memoirs of a trolley-ed foot.

SIGH.

it was 430pm. after putting on e pink tie and re-checking my uniform to ensure neatness, i strolled out of e toilet to e office for e usual clock-in.

as i walked on e beautifully carpeted floor of e world's number one airport, i reached into my pocket for my cellphone to text Debbie. so there i was taking e longest time ever to reach e office so i could type that sms and before i could react, i found myself lying on e floor. my immediate thought - "shit, i fell. so fucking paiseh! quickly get up!" i turned back to see an indian delivery man who was pushing his over-stacked trolley filled w cartons of mineral water hurrying up to me and saying "sorry sorry brother". i got pissed and retorted, "relax la brother. are you fucking blind or what?" and that's when i realized that my shoe came off and it was completely bent and that made things worse cuz they were 2weeks old! i realized e trolley trapped my trailing foot and i don't wanna imagine e damage it inflicted when i bent it so i could take a step forward. nevermind that, i decided to get up so i could disappear from that embarrassing moment. but that was to no avail. i realized i couldn't move my foot anymore and they felt both numb and painful at e same time. i exclaimed after i tried to move it and e indian man told me "slowly slowly brother" while giving me a hand". by then, e security were already looking over and telling me not to move but to wait for a wheelchair and employees from e shops around obviously kaypoh-ed since this was a sight out of their ordinary and often boring routine. and so i waited, and waited, and waited, and decided that since i couldn't move my leg, i could still use my hands. so i canceled e draft of that sms and decided to call her instead. she picked up, heard what happened and told me that she'd request for urgent leave so she could rush down from work. i was relieved to say e least.

e wheelchair came, i got carried up onto it and we went on a journey to the Raffles Medical Centre. it didn't help that i had 2 not-very-experienced security members who had to ask e Information Counter for directions to e clinic! SIGH.

so i reached e clinic and had nothing positive done to my poor foot except for e precious, much-encouraging words from e doctor who said that it's either a fracture or a torn tendon or ligament. YAY. this part of my life, i call "HAPPYNESS". HAHA. ANYWAYYYY, i got some cream applied on it before taking e referral letter to Tan Tock Seng Hospital for an x-ray and not to mention, PAYMENT FOR THE STUPID TREATMENT. (i don't wanna reveal e amount but you can try giving it a smart guess since it's RAFFLES MEDICAL CENTRE. SIGH).

okokokok. i think i'm damn draggy and wordy so let's do this fast. so debbie came and we took a cab to TTSH. upon arrival, i just had to be asked stupid questions by nurses and often told to "please take a seat" before i finally took 2 x-ray shots. PLEASE TAKE A SEAT. like THANK YOU SO MUCH but i'm already on a goddamn wheelchair?! - ___________ -

results of e x-ray showed that there was a black line on one sheet which they suspect might be a hairline fracture of a bloodclot because of e torn tissue. and they cannot confirm it but instead, sent it to e bone specialist because e subsequent xray shot from a different angle didn't have that black line. so they cast up my leg, taught me how to use crutches and told me to come back for a checkup on wednesday.

so here's presenting a NEEDY, HOPPING, SAD, ANGRY and BROKEN Kevin. HAHA.

how very scary it is to know that accidents happen at split seconds that you might only come to realize you've been involved in one AFTER it actually happens. SCARY. to think i didn't even react before i fell and thought i could still stand up (that's why i screamed at that idiot) kind of makes it funny.
and e most important revelation i had - my life took a TURN just because of a careless trolley pusher who decided to take e lazy way out by stacking so many cartons till he couldn't see past them. now i'm just hoping my bosses can find out e necessary information from e security since 4 of them were present and i'll be able to claim insurance for e bleedy medical bills.

so thank you darling for rushing down to e airport, for staying w me cuz you didn't want me to be alone though that almost caused you to miss yr Phantom Of The Opera show, for accompanying me home after e show, for spending e whole saturday lazing at my home because there's nothing much we can do w a limping boyfriend, for e positivity and faith you have in us (i know this may seem random to e public. my apologies. HAHA), for your motherly care and concern and for your LOVE!

it would have been so different if you weren't around. you made it much easier to go through and i'm absolutely grateful for YOU!

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!
I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU!

DISCLAIMER: IF YOU HAVE YOUR GOOSEBUMPS UP BECAUSE OF THE MUSH IN THIS WRITE-UP, I SINCERELY APOLOGIZE. THANK YOU FOR READING THIS FAR.
(yes, i know this disclaimer should be placed at e top). HAHAHA.


ohhh and moral of e story?

If you want to be lazy and enjoy being served, go break yr foot.



Posted by kevin. at 12:54 am