Slight Relief

The stitch was removed-at Doctor E@ Sunway. Yes it is the same clinic earlier but a different doctor-again! It was not as painful as I originally imagined. Phew, my finger could at last see the dawn. Some of you (busybody) would like to look at my wound. I do not have the picture of the finger cut on the first bloody day but I do have one picture of how it looks today.


The wound looks healed from outside, blood clog is still stubborn and hell, it still hurts when it's bent.

Here's another picture of one of the apparels that I bled on.

I was busy living with my after-shock hence did not have time to snap on any other details.

Now-here's a count down of 5 weeks. Five weeks from my exam. Additionally, it is a lifetime learning for dignity, and to be a better person. Throughout these years, I developed my love--my love for the society, my love for the next-of-kin, my love to the little-ones on earth (be it children or animals), which all would go in inverse relationship with my love for the country.

Last thing before I hit the sack, my blessings to the world, those who are in financial crisis, I hope the storm will fade away. Crying from my heart, hey bro, although we are apart, I love you and would love to give you my fullest support.

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Tea of the day, back to the basics and simplicity in life, earl grey. Think of our roots, think of love, think of the old 1800's taste, traditional yet distinctive, aromatically enticing with the scent of irresistible bergamot orange. Think of our loved ones-have we been treating them well like the loved ones?

Dressings

I had my dressing for the deep cut almost everyday in the past (Mon, Tues, Thu, Fri). All were at almost different clinics, whichever the closest to my location of the day. Doctor A, the most polite, young, fresh-gradie looking Chinese male doctor at Kota Damansara who also did the stitch for me, was not on duty on the second day after my injury--although I was much anticipating his comments on my healing progress. It was a female nehneh doctor (Doctor B) on duty on Monday who terribly did my dressing, who yelled everywhere for her assistant to find the cotton, scissors, antiseptic cream etc and eventually did a very ugly and super huge dressing (should have taken a picture of her masterpiece!). She said: no seafood including fish, no chicken, no egg...and I MUST eat my painkiller so that I will stop yelling+moaning+sobbing+whatever during the dressing session.

On Tue, the doc on duty at Sunway (Doctor C) was the most experienced doctor in doing dressing! No pain inflicted, and I had stopped bleeding! Amazing! He intelligently used the antiseptic to drip on the cotton that was sticking to my wound and let the cotton get torn and shrunk easily.

Thu and Fri (yesterday), the doc at Kelana Jaya (Doctor D) pulled my bandage like a bull and tore my delicate skin to be broken again--I started bleeding again! He did not use the antiseptic dripping method--but instead a bull's method. He even blamed on the lousy cotton the Sunway doctor used that stuck on my wound. I could imagine how he tears his wife's shirt apart during every foreplay. On Friday, I did the removal of bandage myself due to my Thu's experience--and let him solely do the jobs of wound cleaning and putting on a new bandage. He TIED the bandage as tight as a Chinese dumpling, and after reaching home, all fingers on the same hand got swollen like an elephant's leg, my blood vessels terribly clogged and it was a horrible sight! I couldn't breathe and I felt dizzy and could seemingly feel my blood flow got bottleneck somewhere and the hyper active pounding feeling from the veins! My palm instantly turned into a purple, deformed gigantic god's punishment.

What I did was DIY (redoing) the bandage again. Now the swell subsided but still swelling. This bull doctor said the next session will be Sunday, and he is going to remove my stitch.

I am hesitant.

Well I like gentle-gentlemen :)

I made a joke to my little man and he burst into laughter. If one day my wound gets totally recovered, I will still wrap up my middle finger, do an XXL bandage and go for the dressing at the bull doctor's. After spending some great effort in removing my bandage, there shows no wound but two words written on my middle finger: 'Fuck you'. Then..I'd flee!

Anyway, Doc C and D said it was a nonsense that ones should be at total abstinence from certain food during an injury! These are just traditional beliefs. And both Docs said ones should NOT rely on painkillers. So, screw tigress doctor B!


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Tea of the day: Tea of carnation. It could improve blood circulation. Plus points, it could improve body metabolism, new skin generation, detox, balance up female hormone system, soothe and relax your body, mind, and... soul. :)

Deep Cut. The Nine-Finger Weirdo.

Sucky lifestyle has been discouraging me from blogging. But here's the season 2 stories of mishap that is blog-worthy in my life. I have nothing much to complain about except for my carelessness and destiny. For the first time ever in life, I saw a puddle of blood, my very own blood that leaked like a water tap. 21st September 2008, it happened in my uni where I have my part time studies. I shouldn't have changed the spare tyre myself. It was the clumsiness in me that caused the very, very deep cut. I had a stitch at the doctor's. 3 injections were made in total. I bled my jacket, my bag, my trousers and the floor. The scene is still frightfully horrible to me. It caused insomnia. I had never seen my finger split into halves before. Now I'd have to go back to the doctor's everyday to do dressing and am awaiting for the day when the stitch can be removed and the day I would be able to open the bandage to see my deformed finger.

Tracing backwards-my phone is dead, and my tyres went flat (two of them!). Over spent this month and feeling guilty+ fucked up.

I can't go climbing, bye-bye purple black diamond harness.

No sympathy. I am just a bloody nine finger weirdo. Blogging with these remaining fingers now.


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Tea of the day: Red date tea. Regenerate my lost pints of blood. God bless.