the world through my eyes.

Lesson Learnt: If sports brands provide safety glasses, there're manufactured for a reason.

last sunday, i did pushed up to pressure the moosemen defence as cover for Keane like what i always do and being in the wrong time at the wrong place, i got whacked by the ball straight on in my right eye. something i've never seen before and for sure, i'll be wearing those safety glasses from now on.

as for the injury, the front of the eye bled and the impact caused some blood vessels to bleed and fill the front with blood so much that i couldn't see a thing. so i just sat there with a pack of ice over my eye and just watched the rest of the game and didn't think it was all that serious. so my parents showed up and i thought that i'd just go say hi and then head home after the game but they were so insistant on me going to the hospital that i had to give in. anyway, the A&E isn't all that effective in their methods to prioritise their patients' injuries and the extent of it after all. there was this screwed up nurse who was probably having her period and told my mom off that even though i had an eye injury, i had to wait no matter what. in actual fact, eye injury has priority over the others. ok, so that was one bad start to recovery and treatment of my eye.

so i went home and went for the following check-up the next day and heard the bad news. "he'll have to be warded here for observation and treatment." bloody hell! knn sia! ok, so i had to head up to the ward, stick a plastic tube into my vein in my wrist for the drip, be put on 6 eye drops as often as every 3 hours and painkillers to help ease the pain.

and i thought i was the cock-eyed one! darn it, the nurses and SOME PEOPLE have NO idea in hell how to apply eye drops. firstly, the bottle clearly states 'ONE DROP' and they happily empty the whole thing. secondly, the eye is so friggin big they fail to miss the eye. haha lol.

the ward scene:

in the next room, there's this old lady who's constantly screaming for the nurse to call her family to bring her home in cantonese. it's quite a funny sight because from where my bed was positioned, i could see the nurses standing outside her room and wondering what to do with her.

somewhere else in the ward, there was this old indian man who kept demanding that this particular young malay nurse bring him on walks and to the toilet. and with every step he took, he kept groaning and moaning and grumping as if he was being ass fucked by a really HUGE syringe! she turned round and looked at eunyse and said, "my new boyfriend."

the bed to my right seemed to bunk patients with anal problems. the doc came in the middle of the night and said to the guy, "ok, please turn over to your left. i've got to stick my finger up your rectum ok?" i was half asleep and like wadda fark?! after awhile of soft sounds, he then said, "i have to stick my finger in again." HAHA! in the end with all the fingering and all, all the doc said was, "i think it's just constipation." HAHA! the bed to my left seemed to bunk patients who just ward themselves over pains and whatever problems they have without knowing the actual problem of it. so then midnight interuptions by doctors fiddling with the patient's bodies trying to figure out the problem.

opposite me was this old man who had so many drips on him that there were two buldges on his left arm! like hell, each one was the size of a ping pong ball lah! kns, there was one night he had to use the bathroom so he called for the nurse, she took quite sometime and by the time he got assistance to the toilet, his shit fell outta his pants and landed on the floor. damn! when i came back from my check, some dumbshit stepped all over the bloody thing. gross lah. in another bed, there was again another old man who kept vommiting like crazy. when he sat up, he looked like a sick einstein because of his white hair and slabby cheeks. he would vommit and then for some reason after he was done, stick two fingers into his mouth to vommit what was left in his stomach.

roy visited and produced the quote of the week: "no air-con ah?"

the swollen eye on the first day. swell was so bad i couldn't open it.

still swollen eye but on the second day. eye could open a lil bit but was red like hell.

the babe and myself at the hospital bed.

hospital food that tasted so bland you'd prefer to drink horse *****.

i sure do hope that nothing would ever warrant me to have to stay in hospital for another night.

so i managed to persuade the doc (with the help of my mom) to let me go home yesterday agreeing to promise that i'd stay in bed and nowhere else but the toilet. it's kinda a good thing for me as it makes others to slave for me - i need water, my snacks are on the left hand side of my table, is my dinner ready? HAHA! lol.

ok, a big THANK YOU to:

my parents - they've been always there with whatever i needed like food this whole week.
the babe - she's been at the hospital before and after classes to keep me company and sane.
line ******* - came down to make me laugh and all. typical jackasses. :p
everyone who came to the hospital or wished me a speedy recovery thanks! :)

*hoping to be back in action in a few months. miss the game already.

it's 2:21 PM now