A lot of people know me for being funny and also responsible for that occassional (i hope) morbid joke. Macabre humour aside, I am ranting about pain seriously in this entry. I have suffered from various degrees of pain (physical, mental & emotional) throughout my life thus far, but this week was pretty intense - on the physical side. No pictures will be posted as I will spare you all the visual details, but enjoy my vivid take on my predicament(s).
First member inducted into my "Hall of Pain" was my ongoing bout of sore throat. Despite watching what I ate, taking liang char like water and drinking water like breathing air, all these never seem to alleviate my plight. What made it worse was that I still have my voice but it hurts when I talk; and I don't cough much this time round, but every time I cough was a dry one that makes my throat want to emigrate to Afghanistan - simply unbearable. This, is just the tip of the iceberg.
On Tuesday, I was having dinner with my mum at home after I knocked off from work and ta bao home some hawker food. Before I could even tuck in my bowl of bak chor mee (with ter kwa mind ya), the unthinkable happened! To make a quick unwrapping of the disposable chopsticks, I clenched them in my fist and jabbed them onto the table surface. Like being struck by lightning, although I had never experienced it and I hope it will never happen, a searing pain shot through my thumb! In a flash, a 2 cm long wooden splinter was embedded in my mother of all fingers!! My mum froze just like my thumb, and the pain soon paralysed my brain. Ok, forget poetry in motion. The time of my affliction seemed like eternity as I tried to use brute force to pull that prick (hey friend, not you la, don't be offended) from hell out. My mum wanted me to go to the GP to remove it but my faith paid off in the end. As I pulled and mumbled indecipherable prayers, I begin to sense progress in my own DIY operation. Soon, with final tug and a last gasp of "Amen!", it came out!! Thank God it's a boy, oops I mean there was no blood whatsoever and only a barely visible scar. Dinner resumed.
There is a Chinese saying as well as a Hokkien one that basically says that trouble/mishap happens more than just once, and I can attest to them. On National Day, I met up with several church friends and their own friends to play a 11-a-side friendly soccer match. With good weather, a nosy referee and even a few supporters, it was destined to be a great day, or so I thought. The half time score was 3-1 in my team's favour and I scored 2 goals in the process!! The second half was to be the time I search for my elusive hat trick, or so I thought again. However, I was only on the field for 5 minutes into the second period. As I was jumping to head the ball, it flew above me and I missed, but my next move proved to be my undoing. I landed with my toes pointing downwards and upon impact with the ground's pot-hole, my leg gave way. I sprained my ankle and was out of action immediately. What a bummer!!! It was an agonising premature trip home and boy it was one of my worse National Days ever as my mum gave me a ticking off for my act of self affliction, although the fireworks did took my suffering off for a while. I got a day's mc after visiting a sinseh who gave my a foot "massage", acupuncture and electro treatment! On the pathway to recovery...
Ok, something to lift up the mood with VJ Titanium is a favourite that never fails to make my body move, I also bought their T-shirt recently. Raise your hands and stamp your feet!
Funeral For A Friend - Escape Artist Never Die
Added tagboard on blog Received encouraging comments about my Nanyang Chronicle Intune articles Received flattering comments as well, ironically, I myself have not seen it yet! Did not waste my Power Weekend handbills Was impressed by my cell's efficiency in handing them out Great ice cream at Swensons, but.... cough, cough Looking forward to No Signboard seafood tonight!!
Revenge is a dish best served cold.
Laid to Rest at 4:31 PM;
ABOUT ICH
Psycho faraday.gonzo blogger.fanatic metalhead.gig goer.follower of Jesus.bhb church team striker.wld strip for Arsenal FC.
dean of sch of lameness.materialistic engineer.plays tennis/pool/snooker/bowling for fun.goes gym for vanity.
winning eleven addict.disillusioned guitar/air guitar hero.surfs the web but not savvy.self-proclaimed heterosexual fashionista.
avid reader of best-sellers & heavy metal magazines but no textbks.movie-chrondraic.TV/Youtube couch potato.habitual liar?!