I fell down again May 10, 2009

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I never pegged myself as the accident prone type, but it seems that I am. And if you do not know already, which you probably don’t, then I shall tell you now.

 

I FELL DOWN AGAIN.

 

And guess what? This time it wasn’t on a road. This time I wasn’t alone. This time I really have nothing to blame for my fall except for my clumsiness and carelessness.

The only similarity is the part of my body that hit the floor the hardest.

And yes, I am trying to say that I fell down on that same knee, at the very same SPOT of my large scabby wound.

 

Let me start from the beginning.

 

I had a PW Project Meeting at the Starbucks in Marina Square. I couldn’t find the place, so I called my group leader and she guided me there. When I was about 10 metres away fromt he Starbucks, my other group member waved at me to grab my attention because I was trying to find out which table they were sitting at. I saw her, and so I headed to their table in what seemed like the shortest possible route. And just as I was approaching their table, I tripped on the smooth, even, carpeted floor and fell flat on the ground. And as luck would have had it, most of the impact went to my left knee, which was already injured.

 

And yes, it was embarassing. I fell with a mighty THUMP, nobody could have not heard it. I could feel all the eyes boring into me as I limped my way to the table, but it hurt so much that I really didn’t care. I thought I didn’t do any damage to my wound, but I was wrong Wrong WRONG. When I lifted up my pants, I found out that the entire scab(3-4cm in diameter) had completely slid off and was dangling on a thin flap of dead skin. What remained was raw, bloody flesh that formed an ugly, gaping hole on my knee. And again I went through the process of dabbing at my wound with tissue till my mother(whom I called) bought a plaster big enough for the wound for me.

 

And I thought it didn’t hurt that much, but it hurts a lot. When I tried to wash my wound just now, it hurt even more than antiseptic, so now I don’t dare to apply antiseptic onto the wound even though I should. I think I’ll leave it to tomorrow and see how the pain is. I have a very low pain tolerance and even though I did state that I like grazes, I only like the mild soreness of it as it heals, not the stinging pain of antiseptic on my wound. I’m not masochistic, it’s the same reason why people like massages, just that they don’t realise that there’s a tiny bit of relaxing “pain” in wound as well.

 

All I can say is, I hope I don’t fall down again. It’s getting tiresome and I’m sick of hobbling around although I’ll miss the feeling of being injured. I don’t get injuries often so I try to truly appreciate the experience of having one when I do.