Ouch Ouch Ouch

For every step I take, I go Ouch! Swell's gone, colour's still there, pain's still there but gloom isn't there anymore. I'm on both feet again. Rejoice! There are just too many things to do. I was planning to make a hospital break should they order me to remain in cast. Although I can't walk by myself YET, it's nice to see my toes wriggling and laughing again. More importantly, I gave them a well-deserved bath.

There were 2 nice people who asked about my foot in the hospital. One was a man who gave me a face mixed with shock and disbelief when I told him about my glorious fall. He tried to get all the small details of my fall in order to convince himself it really did happen. After that, he looked like he got hit by a bus. I'm sure he must be thinking my bone is toufu-made.

Next was a lady with her PSLE son. Poor boy can't write(but I'm sure he is over the moon). She looked at my foot curiously and came up with a clever guess. She didn't blink when she said this. "Motorbike huh?" Of course I hid my inner emotions(shock) within me and replied no. I wanted to say yes and spin a tale of how I crashed my bike while racing down LimChuKangRoad one saturday night. 4 racers, 3 died and I'm the lucky one. My shock would immediately be transferred to her. Perhaps her son might even ask for my autograph.

Come on! Do I look like a motorbike guy? To this day, people still think I'm in Sec3.

That aside, those two are really nice people. Total strangers, but concerned about me.