Life's unique surprises!

Last Wednesday was a very nice and uneventful day. Until i fell on a gravelly walk-path and scraped my knee. It needed 15 external stitches and 5 internal stitches. I really thought it was a peaceful day.*bemused* Being in the field that i am in (advertising), a peaceful day is hard to come by, especially so when the president of the black den was still in London.

Anyway, it was about 6.30pm when i was walking out of the black den towards the bus stop at the main road. The walk-path is rather new and it was uneven with small stones scattered along its gravelly wake. Coming out of the black den is like walking down a hill. Hence, i was walking along the gravelly walk-path down the slope. And suddenly, i felt my leg fold as i landed hard on my right knee while bracing the ground with my hands. Being aware that there was a car parked paralelled to where i fell. I stood up quickly and brushed the dirt remnants off my slacks. I felt so embarassed! I pretended it was nothing and continued walking on as if nothing occurred. But i could feel the sharp stinging sensation. And after some time, i could feel my knee wet. Once i reached the place where i waited for my bus, i pulled up my slack to my knee.

The sight could have made dainty women swoon (or so to speak). Even i felt a little lightheaded after looking at it. I immediately pulled down my slack. It looked like Edward Scissorhand had left his mark on my knee. It was a deep cut with small fragments of flesh sticking to my slacks.*shivers* God, it was gory. There was blood flowing down my leg and soaking my slacks. Thank god for black slacks and the corporate image of the black den.

On the way back, i kept replacing tissue after tissue to stop the blood flow. When I reached home, my parents took one look at it and declared that it needed stiches. We went to a clinic not far from home. The doctor was quite thorough and very efficient with the stitches which came with a tetanus jab. He charged me a bomb too! And told me to come back the next day to check if i had torn the stitches. The next day, he changed the dressing and gave seven days of medical leave. And then charged me some more. He told me to come back on Feb 3rd to remove the stitches.

Fast forwarding to today, it is my first day at work since my mishap. I am limping about just fine. Short of feeling crippled and unwhole, well, i am just fine!