It was a jinxed morning for me. This morning during my morning jog round the neighborhood, I saw a mad dog chasing a man on a bicycle. I turned back to check if the man was OK and if the dog was going to chase me too but shit, I tripped and flew straight down on the hard tarred road, landing on both the palm of my hands. The skin on my palm on both hands were badly scraped off and there was a lot of blood. Well, the man who was chased by the dog was unscathed and he gave me a good “I’m OK but you are NOT!” stare as he cycled passed me, shit! My hand hurt like hell, up until now. There were scratches all over my skin beneath my sports top. I don’t mind getting my hands hurt if I had nothing to do but sit and watch TV. But I have household chores to do, lots of typing on the PC, a 4YO girl to bathe and wash up. My hands are my no. 1 assets and now they are so injured. Shit shit shit. I am feeling so lousy now. Thank God it was not my wrists that were injured, else I would have bled to death while scurrying home.
Blurred pic of my fresh wound, taken by Cass.. it was her first time snapping pic using my digital camera. My hands are now plastered and I need to put on a pair of plastic gloves when I am working in the kitchen and bathroom. I am going to suffer for the next 1 week. Hate this injury as it is slowing down my work. My palms are still throbbing with pain and had turned blue black now.
Any volunteers tonight?? I want to cry each time I see a pile of dishes in the wet kitchen…
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