Sunday, June 11, 2006
I really should be studying right now, but as you can probably tell, am not. I have been trying to read thru some PR textbooks since this morning but I always end up falling asleep. I took that as a hint of course, and decided to put aside the heavy books and yeah, contemplate.
With my right hand still injured, (and still throbbing from time to time), I really cant be bothered doing anything uberly productive. I am officially in my lazy mode and am so bored out of my wits. Im so tempted to cut off the bandage because its friggin itchy and have a look at the unsightly stitches on my skin but unfortunately Im not allowed to change the bandage until tomorrow night. I dont know why I want to look at it anyway coz I hate looking at stitches on skin. For some reason it reminds of Frankensteins monster and of stuffed chicken and of stuffed fish. -_- but I suppose its different because were actually talking about stitches on my skin here (me, myself and geri), it cant get more important than that haha!
As a kid, I had my fair share of accidents and misadventures (much to my familys horror). I wasnt always this sweet and ladylike * lols * actually I think i was the exact opposite-- I use to jump off cliffs, climb trees, scare and bully people (I still do) but even with all the mishaps Ive encountered growing up, I was lucky enough to avoid operating rooms or have stitches for any accidents unlike some of my friends and classmates and relatives.
Pardon my blabbing, but I still cant get over the fact that underneath the thick bandage Im sporting right now, lies 4 stitches on my skin * gasp*
It is true, anything can happen to anyone.
Maybe my stitches would have been justified if:
A. I really fractured and split my bone or something (that sounds very painful though) or B. it was a much bigger cyst.
Im just researching about ganglion cysts and found that this kind of cyst apparently disappears on its own over time -- meaning I didnt have to go through the painful operation in the first place waaaaa T-T
How come my doctor didnt tell me this?
I only knew it was a ganglion cyst after the operation… Do I complain? I suppose the doctor can always turn around and tell me that any cyst should not be ignored or something to that extent.
Oh well… its bloody done now, and the cyst is gone and im ok (I think).
I suppose ill just worry about the scarring later, for now ill just continue praying for my speedy recovery and shut my mouth and yeah, contemplate.
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