As per usual, I’ve gotten myself into a mighty jiffy yet again. This time, painful enough to warrant my rants and inability to carry out activities of daily living without either:
a) wincing in pain or
b) mumbling profanities under my breath or
c) screaming bloody murder
On Friday, there was dinner with the relatives, since my grandmother was flying back to Malaysia on Sunday and it was also Mother’s Day. 11 dishes aside and into our tummies, we went back to my cousin’s house to relax a little bit and let our hair down, it is Friday night after all.
So happened, her friend left a skateboard behind and we felt like skateboarding. In the dark. Don’t ask me how I managed to live 20 years of my life, yet think skateboarding in the dark would be a good idea. I’ve skateboarded a little bit back in Malaysia, so I figured, Why not skate tonight?
So I wanted patiently for my turn, and I got on the blasted thing.
BAM!
Next thing I know, I had landed on my right elbow, my full body weight was thrown from the skateboard and focused on my elbow. Oh….the shame.
Here was this lump of fat, in the middle of the driveway, splayed on the ground.
My cousin pulled me up and I discovered, Hey I got off lightly this time. Only a minor graze on my elbow cause I had my jacket on. I went on giggling inside cause I managed to escape major injury. Or so I thought.
Tried to move my whole arm, and I felt something wrong with my shoulder. Damn. Turns out I can’t move it in certain angles, or I might feel sharp pain in it.
Oh shit. Not a good sign.
Plus I had to work Saturday and Sunday, so that basically made me wince at the thought of that. But I worked all weekend, becoming a left-hander for the weekend to try and minimise the damage to my arm. Now the whole arm hurts.
Had a talk with Edrei yesterday and lets just say that it was amusing.
Me: I hurt my arm. Do you think I’ll have to get a sling?
Ed: What did you do to it this time?
Me: Stacked it off the skateboard. (I explain in greater detail)
Ed: Hmm….Maybe you do need a sling. But keep the arm immobile and as close to your body as possible.
Me: That would mean I get a sling right? So I can get pity from the coffee guys?
Ed: Err…..riiiiiight.
Some 20 year old I am, huh?
