RAEVILLE

Saturday, December 16, 2006

In the course of two days after I had slammed the car door shut on my dear middle finger (was about to spell finger with a ph), the bruise has enlargened - the blood just won't stop.

Check out how much my bruise has grown! O:

Mum suggested she take me to the hospital to get my finger x-rayed, incase of any fracture or anything of the otherwise. Eventhough it was pretty pointless in getting an xray for a possible fracture because there would be nothing that can be done in the end, mum wondered that I may have broken my finger. After all, I did slam the door shut on my finger. Wouldn't you think that would result in a broken bone or a fracture?

A priceless souvenir of my first hospital visit x)

We checked in to the Emergency Ward, just to get pass any kind of long queue in the general section. Mum obviously knows her way around. It was my first time being inside an emergency ward, let alone a hospital to be diagnosed by a doctor. It was pretty spectacular, I have to admit. Call me a geek, but I couldn't stop thinking about Grey's Anatomy. So shoot me.

The x-ray of my fingers.
The doctor wanted me to do the middle finger for one of the shots (the right).

So I got in, shocked a few humble nurses (judging by the look on their faces, they seemed pretty shocked to me at the sight of my terrible bruise and upon hearing my very shuddering story), got my x-ray done (by a doctor who complimented me on my very perfect middle finger pose, shown in the picture above - right side) and was then sat down by the doctor to have holes drilled into my nail, just to relieve my finger of the strong pressure. In the end, I was fine. No fractures. No broken bones. My fingers were perfectly fine. It was now the matter of just waiting it out, just like one would when you get a bruise. I was given some supposedly stronger pain killers to ease the throbbing pain and something else to stop the swelling. Sigh. My carelessness really hurts me.

This'll probably take me a few weeks to recover. Thankfully it wasn't a fracture, otherwise it'd take 4-6 weeks, and that would have meant I wouldn't be able to type, eat, hold things properly and train up for the tennis season next term. Bruises only take 1-2 weeks to recover, right? :\

Life without my middle finger (of the right hand, might I add) is dull.
I'd hate to lose any of my fingers.

Trudging along like a soldier...
Cheers :]

EDIT: WHY DO THESE GODDAMN PAINKILLERS TAKE SO LONG TO KICK-IN??! >.<

& turned on the lights; 21:16

about me.

raelene. rae. roro.
eighteen years.
malaysian.
completed her final year of school at st caths, sydney.
is a musician, photographer and aspiring designer.
loves travelling, art, music, great food, clear blue skies, writing and ice-cream.
enjoys drowning in music, strumming random chords on the guitar, playing tennis,
finger-bashing it out on a game console and a bowl of curry laksa.
despises bad traffic, girls with long and fair faces with large contact-lensed eyes, bad food, mascara goop, hard pillows and hard beds.

raeville.

RAEVILLE came about some time in the year of 2001. or 2002. it's been so long that i've forgotten already.
it all started here (i doubt the link works anymore though), in a dodgy little blog page. then it moved to here. a year later, and we moved to better things, namely blogspot.

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