mrs wee

mabel aka science/maths genius(nickname mabbu, mabster, bubu, mama)

Jaskiran aka jaski
misss them.
oh yah. one night in the toilet,....
i washed my feet and slipped.
fortunately i was holding onto the door... which was flimsy enough to break under my weight...
but it didnt break.
well... my knee whacked the sharp edge of the damn door.
not any part of the knee mind you...
but on the stupid huge poped up scar which i had acquired last year due to tripping over my own feet while running too fast...
in short, due to my clumsiness.
so the stupid scar swelled.
as i mentioned above, the scar was already popped-up,,,so how could it swell.
yeah. so it swelled even more.
but this time purple.
so scary.
i hav never heard of a blue-black on the scar.
so my bones were relatively fine...
and my damned scar was suffering from a case of internal bleeding.
stupid case, i called it.
so lets go into detais of how i got that scar.
mind you... i had to go for 10 painful stitches.
yes. ten.
and lets start with the story.
so i was waiting for chinese remedial.(yeah...my chinese really sucked)
i ran to the canteen.(why did i even run?)
then i fell.
the canteen was too noisy for anyone to even notice me.
when i fell, i fell heavily. real heavy. the force was so great that i slid on the bricked floor.
i was stunned for a moment. i couldnt get up. then when i eventually tried i limped. i felt as if my lower leg has been detached from my knee. only a piece of skin was supporting. and my knee bone felt so exposed.
i couldnt cry.
so i thought that it was a minor graze at first cos there wasnt much pain.
i limped back to the library and sat there. then i took a look at the knee.
i wanted to really scream out loud...
but i didnt.
cos ...
it looked as if
someone had taken a chunk of flesh out of my knee. it was a hole in the knee.
i showed it to rui shan.
she almost recoiled.
then she told the teacher.
haiz... i was sent to nus hospital under the child care unit i think if i was not wrong.(i forgot the name of the place.)
in the a and e unit.
then it was my turn to go for stitches.
they washed my wound first. they washed it by pouring water on it.
it felt surprisingly cooling. not pain.
then, the doctor injected anaesthesia.
he took the needle and thread.
that was when i almost went hysterical.
the doctor treaded the needle through the skin...
i could feel.
the needle passing through,, the tread going through.
i felt disgusted and wated to faint.
i went all numb.
my hands were blue.
mrswee was there comforting me. my father was there as well.
i wanted to die. i went hysterical.
after the stitches, i sat up and looked it it.
all neatly stitched up.
it looked like the stitches on the cloth. but this time, it was skin.
then the nurse brought in the bandage.
my knee was bandaged. and i felt so handicapped.
i was given medical leave from school for one whole week.
i really hated that whole week.
i missed loads of stuff.
i missed friends and school.
at home, i couldnt do loads of the things i used to do myself.
i felt so ... retarded.
when i returned to school, i couldnt walk the stairs.
i had to take the lift. i missed pe lessons.
they are much more fun compared to vilau's class.
i wont miss vilau's class btw.
then...
i regretted taking out the stitches.
that caused the scar.
there was no proper healing.
haiz... After reading all this, i hoped i havent made u feel disturbed.
my tuition teacher was like pitying me loads...
vernice was helping me loads...
rachel ong and valerie and rui shan(i think) and many others...
i thank them loads.
oh. and this stupid incident happened during the psle prelims.
like around july? august? oh. should be july.
this is not too disturbin a post i hope... if it is,comment on the cbox.