My most traumatic incident of the night;
After dinner you're home. And you're going to take water and nearly dropped the porcelain cup and the handle broke and you're trying to save the cup from further damage and ended up cutting yourself and dropping the cup too in the end and blood was dripping everywhere.
5 stitches.
Due to my carelessness and dumb-ness.
And I'm practically one hand crippled now when it's a finger and currently having a phobia to the kitchen.
Try getting a jab because of it which you could feel the pressure when they press the plunger or something in and then waiting for the 28-years-old doctor for an hour just to stitch which was from 11p.m. - 11:58p.m. And you had to let the next patient go first as your doctor was having an emergency patient.
But it was alright except that mum had to wait with me. My first reaction upon seeing my flesh wriggling while washing my wound expecting it to be a small cut was,
"MUMMY!!!!!!!!"
While father was there nagging because of the noise I made while breaking the cup already.
But it was fun at A & E? Took 15 minutes to get to the hospital for the car keys was needed and the birth cert and the clinic wouldn't do it for they were closed too. Stepping in A & E and upon seeing your wound they just paste a sticker on you then tell you to hurry to Station 11, the Nurses' Station. Then taking your blood pressure and all, waiting for around a little less than half an hour for the doctor and mum was tired but she was there. :)

This was only the third dressing and it was super bloody. 1.5 cm cut and it was still bleeding during the stitching.
The stinging pain of cleaning the wound, making the nurse nervous while checking my wound, the needle in your wound numbing the finger, the curved needle piercing through your skin and when the stiching was done you see the ugly threads sticking out. Argh!
But you know what was written on the paper?
Patient tolerated procedure well.
While I was there screaming in the operation theatre and my finger was numb with pain after 2 hours. >.<
But really imagine seeing the needle piercing through your skin and the amount of blood. You wouldn't want to see anymore. =/
But I'm sure the family members who were waiting for the patients in the resuscitation ward beside the theatre were more worried too.
But during payment it was already 12.15a.m. then the paper wrote i was there at 21:59 until 22:19?! =/
2 weeks of no upper body activities and every 2 days of polyclinic. But 1 week to remove the stitches! :)
I'm able to blog which means I'm alright. =D
Just that I can't play for the friendly later, no more trainings especially now it's the holidays?! And I have to restrict movement of the finger. Blah. :(
Love Mum, Father, Sister, Brother, Teng Rui, =)
Julian, Louisa and erm. Leon. Yup thanks. :)