Well, another week had passed. Last week was tiring, but this week isn’t. I guessed it was to due to the heavy amount of work i pose on myself. After all, i think poly isn’t stress at all. It is just a matter of time management. Time to really sit down and get a nicely planned time table out for myself.
Just 2 days ago, i witnessed an accident. A little boy was cut by a piece of glass due to carelessness. The cut seemed deep and bad when i saw it. I wonder if he will have a scar. After seeing that bleed… it somehow reminded me of my own scar i got a few years back.
That time, i was still in lion dance. I was once of the ace performers. During that period of time, i was practicing for my upcoming competition. Training was almost everyday and it caused me tremendous tiredness all over my body. Even my studies were affected. So for that whole month, i was rather depressed with whatever i’m doing.
Soon, the accident day arrived. I remembered clearly it was raining heavily that day. This then caused the floor to be wet. As i’m in lion dance, we have special shoes for the practice. The shoes were made of a rubber base, which tends to become slippery on wet surfaces.
My training then started with walking on pots. I did well in that aspect and had no problem walking over it. Next was to jump and smash the claypot with my leg, okay, that was easy for me, no injuries yet. After which, i have to jump onto a 2 layered + 1 water basin obstacle. This time, my feet were slippery and when i come in contact with the basin, i fell and crashed all the claypots.
For a moment, i was stunned. I couldn’t feel anything till my buddy helped me up. Just then, i saw a pool of blood, my very own blood. I got a deep abrasion that needed to go hospital. And so, i sat on a 150km/h ambulance and landed myself up inside the operation room WIDE AWAKE.
It was a terrible experience to undergo operation when you are awake. Mainly due to the reason that you can feel the pain when the doctors were performing the cleaning and stitching. In the end, i got more than 20+ morphins jabs, 30+ stitches and tons of medicines.
Days after the operation was tough for me. I could hardly stand or sit. All i could do is… lie on bed and do nothing. Glad that i had good friends around me. They visited me and brought me “presents”. Oh well, so much of these friends i had. I guess that little boy sure reminded me of my bad memories. Haha.

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