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i miss my right hand

no, the hand is still here but gosh, i really miss using it.

a miscalculation, slippery hand, stupid bottle gave my right hand 7 stitches. i usually marinade meat in the middle of the night, put it in the fridge because it tastes so much better the next day. one night, put lotion on my hand and tried to uncap a bottle of oyster sauce, it slipped off the counter and my instincts kicked in to grab the bottle. the timing was PERFECT because as soon as it crash-landed on the ground and broke, i stabbed my hand to the top of the bottle.

i should have just missed the bottle but i didn't.

so, the bleeding starts, right? i grab ice from the freezer, hoping that there will be a miracle and the gash will stop bleeding. after about 10 minutes and a whole freezer of ice later, it became apparent to me that the bleeding is not going to stop this way. i am in for it big time...to face one of my biggest fears (apart from roaches)...stitches.

the kids were sleeping already and i was alone. I grabbed a towel, wrap my hand up and ran to the car and drove to the guard house. even after seeing the blood-soaked towel, the guards panicked and refused to send me to the clinic. he even cheered me on, 'yeah! you can do it on your own. you're fine!'

like hell...


very disappointed with them. can you just imagine if there was an emergency? they would be so willing to risk their lives for our safety, eh? :-/

anyway, drove myself to the clinic and had the stitches done with a lot of whimpering and stuff. i don't think i will be marinating in the middle of the night now. seeing a bottle of oyster sauce kind of makes me feel queasy too. i know it's silly but... :-)

that happened on sunday morning and it's almost a week after the incident now.

i still can't brush my teeth with my right hand (which sucks), can't wash plates and cups (a good thing but can you imagine my sink?), can't cook (which i miss), can't open a bottle of jam and saline (makes me feel helpless!) but i cant type!! which is a good thing. luckily, i don't need to exert too much strength to type, otherwise... :-(

anyway, i think hand is healing fine cause I can type faster now without feeling pain. the key to quick healing, they say, is to keep it away from water and moisture. i am keeping to that rule like it is the last hard-and-fast rule of happy living from Buddha himself.

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