F*k!

So yeah, this’s the reason why I’m out of school for now. I crocked my leg on Sunday morning, apart from the Mr CCB we met at the hospital, I got to witness how pathetic our medical facilities can be too.

It took 7 hours before the frigging doctors could conclude what the eff was wrong with my foot and to decide to put a cast. Like com’on, I knew that my bone was displaced the moment I got the injury. Did the doctor have to take 5 hours to do 6 X-rays on my foot before he could decide it was the bone and not a muscle injury too?

Half the time, he seemed to be hoping I tore my ligaments instead so he could have an easier time. Kept feeling around my entire even after I told him very firmly where the affected area was TWICE..

I don’t even want to bitch about the fact he actually ran off to operate on someone while I waited for his diagnosis.

Either way, I got itches I can’t even scratch now..

To make this a proper post, I’ve been trying to move around on 3 legs these days and the experience is horrible, thus providing me inspiration on another aspect of life we might have overlooked.

It’s a big privilege to be even normal. I can’t reach for 100 plus in my fridge without somewhat of a struggle, can’t even piss without the threat of falling over. Simple tasks we taken for granted, not so simple for the handicapped.

If I can’t take it after just a few more days, what about those on crutches permanently? Bloody hell, I can’t even reach for an apple without considering the chance of imprinting my face on the floor. But they have never even experienced what is it like to move around normally before.

Hey guys, the next time you see some handicapped soul on the streets, at least stop to ask/see if he needs help. You never know the impact you can leave on him or the amount of help you can render.