Sunday, October 07, 2007

My toe

It was mere bad luck seriously. I attended a seminar last night somewhere near my house. Apparently I will sit for a Buddhist examination at the end of the year. So, having no time to read all the reference books and articles provided, I thought I should go for the so-called seminar-like revision study so at least I could do some revision there with others.

After going through that horrible 3 hours (well, not all speakers are professional speakers which caused all the boredom to the already exhausted me. Couldn't really blame them though as those speakers had tried their best to share), the seminar finally came to an end.

Of course, being the kind and helpful person I am (alright, not always I know), I thought I should help to keep all the tables and chairs to the store room. Putting the book I brought to my sister, I nonchalantly tried to fold the fold-able table. When I tried to bring down the table to another side so that I could fold it, the table suddenly slipped down (as the floor was too slippery) and the table just dropped on my right toe!

Ouch! I kept my mouth shut and the pain was just unbearable. Almost jumping around with pain, instead, I wave my legs around as if the pain would be shaken off. It took me awhile to finally got used to the pain and proceed to fold the table and brought it into the store room. Luckily there's no blood as there was no tear of skin. I am thankful of that. You have no idea how I hate to see blood! But it is obvious that I have a bruise on my right toe.

When I got home, I was told to massage my toe with some oil (not sure what kind of oil it was!). Yes, massage the toe. Crazy as it sound as it will cause so much pain. Having not much choice, I pour the oil onto my toe and start massage it. Slowly and softly of course fearing that I could not bear the pain. And I felt ok. Not as pain as I thought. But when I start to massage it a little harder, gosh, the pain was just beyond explanation. Never really scream out loud though. I thought I still could cope with that.

However, the more I massage, the more better I felt. And at some point I find the pain is addicting. Hahaha... Crazy as it might have sounded. But seriously I kept on massaging it until I could feel the pain slowly subsided (or perhaps I already got used to it).

So, today the bruise is even worse. My sister's boyfriend told me that it is normal. Expected. It shows that the blood is circulating and that it is a sign of recovering. But I have to keep on massaging twice a day until the bruise is gone.




Now, no choir for me today. I stayed home all day reading those novels I bought recently. I have had a good rest. No shoe for me for a few days. But don't worry, I can still walk independently. Just don't make me run, please!

Gosh, it's time to massage my toe now!