a sixth sense cannot make up for a complete lack of common sense
the resident
-best known as May Ching-
-09/01/1990-
-19 years 1.2 months-
-mugger/slacker/writer-
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Friday, December 12, 2008, 10:31 pm
ARRRGGH.PAIN.
Stupid leg. I HATE skin wounds. I always get them and they're the worst of all wounds, I tell you. Flesh wounds just get covered by (lots and lots) of blood and then quickly form a scab so they don't hurt too much. Skin wounds, on the other hand, don't bleed as much as they ooze. Since the dermis gets separated from the epidermis, not much blood vessels are ruptured hence hardly any blood. Just loads of fluid. Which dries hard on the skin.
OUCH.
I gave up on bandages yesterday because it takes far too damn long to remove the stuck bandage from the leg. At least it isn't festering or turning septic or anything like that.
Had a lovely day alternately limping and hobbling around doing the housework. Things could have been worse.
Those who know me well will know that I have quite a few scars, testaments to stupidity. The large one on my right hand is the most obvious, souvenir from going down a badly paved large hill on a scooter. That took 3 months to stop hurting and another month to regain complete hand function. Don't even get me started on changing bandages. It was too serious to leave open and yet absolute agony to peel off th bandages daily. To this day, I have a faint checkered pattern on my skin from the medicated webbing where it pulled away my new skin.
There's another on my forehead which didn't leave such an obvious scar (because it was a deep gash, not a skin wound) and a stripe on my leg from cutting it open while rollerblading. That one I am quite proud of because it cut all the way through until I could see the bone and the layer of subcutaneous fat. Again, being primarily a flesh wound, not that much pain but hell of a time changing bandages.
And now I have this bloody leg (again).
Okay, I'm not being whiny here (I have quite the high pain threshold). Just kind of irritated by my own stupidity, you know what I mean.
Anyway, am also in a foul mood today because got lectured by my mum for no good reason. Espscially since I pottered around the house with a bad leg and STILL got told off. When my mum gets into these kind of moods, she'll make all sorts of false accusations that are SO obviously not true and I'll get even more defamed if I dare defend my honour.
WHAT THE CRAP. I still got to put up with this kind of shit because I haven't left home for university yet.
Adding to the mix is my perpetually annoying old man who keeps calling me everyday just to check up on me.
I stopped calling him my father some time ago and will never acknowledge him because of all the things he's done to me and my mum. He's just the old bastard who gave me his surname and continues to give me money for survival and education.
My mum and I don't always get along (it would be really creepy if we did) but I certainly don't hate her. She went through a lot of shit from the old man bringing me and my sister up. Not to mention we used (she would say we still are) a pair of godless heathen horrible children that ought to have been drowned in a bucket at birth. I'm kidding (hopefully).
But I can tell my mum loads of things other people wouldn't tell theirs. We talk about stuff other mothers and daughters would find disturbing, to say the least. Why, just the other day, me, Ms Tan, Abbie and Hui Shin were talking about parents over breakfast. I was most inordinately proud of my mum (despite recounting the beatings I used to receive).
In spite of my life being so miserable and pitiful and full of shit, I think I wouldn't exchange it for anyone else'.