The Ego Episodes

Sunday, May. 30, 2004

My Left Foot

I haven't updated for ages so I'll just randomly select events and expound on them as much as I can.

Sunday night -- I sprained my left foot because I overworked myself in the badminton court. That is, I landed badly (and weirdly) on one foot. First, it got my eye, and now my left foot. I am not playing badminton again. Never. Every step was torture. It hurt so much that I cried. There was a painful bump that grew overnight and invaded my left foot -- all of it -- the next day. And I still thought the pain will subside but nope, it just kept getting worse. Donny helped me to a cab to go to Alexandra Hospital. As soon as I got off the cab, a nurse asked if we needed a wheelchair. I said, no. Then we realized it would be a long walk to the emergency ward so okay, we took a wheelchair. I never thought I'd be in a wheelchair. I felt like a grandmother. Anyway, they took x-ray images of my left foot and it showed (the doctor told me) a possible hairline fracture. Oh my God, I thought. I was so worried. It was more serious than I thought. And then he referred me to a bone specialist. The bone doctor told me there's a bone mass in a place where there shouldn't be. That scared the hell out of me that I was again teary-eyed. While handing me a tissue, Donny held my hand and told me not to worry. I just sat there, wiping my tears, touched by his reassurance. I'm glad he's with me. Then I felt silly for crying.

Anyway, the bone specialist then made arrangements for me to see the foot specialist. Wow. I wonder if the foot specialist would refer me to another specialist. Is there a toe specialist? Well, I won't know till next week.

Prior to my injury, I was working as a waitress at a pizza place in Holland Village. Then I had to give it up because I can barely walk properly with a bandaged, swollen foot. I can't even fit into my slippers! So I'm basically stuck in my room and I can only afford trips to the toilet. Doctor's orders, you know. I shouldn't aggrevate it by walking too much. I feel like I'm missing out on a lof of stuff, stuff that are happening outside my room, while I just lay in bed, keeping my foot elevated. Or while I'm in front of my computer, taking care of registration stuff and final year projects. Gosh, I lead a boring life.

I don't feel that bad for losing my job. At least, I've experienced one of the toughest jobs on earth for four days. I didn't have much experience waiting tables and it showed because without question, I sucked. On my second day, I spilled drinks on two customers. One of them had to change (good thing he brought another set of clothes ... did he have a premonition that told some waitress is going to spill drinks on him?) but they were nice. They told me not to worry about it because it's really alright. I was lucky. At that moment I thought I'm going to get fired. I've never been fired. If not for my manager, I would've really been fired. The lady boss (not my manager) gave me a look that makes you just want to shrink and disappear. She's scary. And that's the good thing about this injury. I'm out of that place.

Right now, my roommate and Donny are taking turns getting me my meals. I feel so helpless sometimes so I'm really thankful for having them around.

In other news, my soul sister visited me the other day. Aside from Nescafe Frothe in Butterfinger, she also gave me a copy of a tv episode produced by one of her classes. And now I'm hooked to its soundtrack. I just love "Shreds". Here, a sample:

I don't know what you have
But you tear me down to shreds
And I like it
Confetti in your mind
That's what I am
I'll shower you with me
Would that be alright?

{ joycie at 12:06 a.m.}