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Just Another Bloody Toe!

Just Another Bloody Toe!

This is the sequel to the “Sweat it Out” posting. It is based on a true story which happened a few hours back. Be forewarned that there will be much blood and gore mentioned, definitely not for the faint-hearted……..

The left toe suffered a crushing defeat by the mightier Asics track shoes. Dejected, it limped off the battlefield covered in blood and bruises. Gungho as usual, it thought nothing of its injuries.

It started off with a little throbbing pain. Within a few days, it escalated into a full-blown pain-in-the-ass (oops, toe) and swelled big time into twice its former self!! It was in such pain that it writhed and thrashed at night, unable to get a decent night’s sleep.

Something had to be done. It didn’t help, with all the horror stories contributed by various helpful sources, e.g. the nail falling off, infection, toe being amputated etc etc.

It decided to seek professional help. It held its breath as the doctor dished out the cure… “please please, not an amputation”. Luckily, it wasn’t beyond healing and the doctor proposed to drain the blood out, instead. Clasping it under firm hands, the doctor wielded a thick, fat needle, which had a hole in the middle. He drilled gently on the top of the nail. In the very instant when the needle broke the bottom surface of the nail, there was a sharp pain which was felt in the very bones and blood spurted out from the miniscular hole. (Just imagine the scene from Kill Bill 1 when Uma started cutting up Lucy’s henchmen. Yeah yeah, the blood spurting scene, as if the limbs were water hoses.) All in all, the doctor drilled 4 holes into the nail and right into the toe, as well. At that very instant, the toe regretted its vanity which led to the battle between the kept nail and the shoe(as always, men seldom escaped unscathed when their kept women were found out).

There was blood everywhere, the napkins were soaked in it. It’s surprising how much blood could gather between that layer of nail and flesh, even though there was a bulging below the nail, where more blood probably gathered. Yucks!

The doctor predicted that there’s a 50-50 chance that it might get to keep the nail. “The nail is just like the hair. You won’t feel any pain if it falls off. REALLY!!!” the doctor comforted the toe, as it looked at him in horror. What… no more nice nail polish (on what?! if the nail falls off?!), no more nice open toe sandals… WHy… this spells the end of life for the vain toe. Alas, to keep its life (and save itself from being amputated), it meekly submitted to the doctor’s advice.

Once again, pedicures and sports don’t go together. Take heed of this advice, or you will regret as deeply as the repentent toe.

Sweat it out!

Sweat it out!

Would you believe it?! I actually played netball today! Yeah! Miss Butter-fingers cum Contact-sports idiot played netball today! I hardly believed it myself!

All in all, it felt good to practically sweat it out! Something which I haven’t done for ages, decades, centuries! (Yeah… I didn’t stick to my twice-a-week-workout resolution. Stop rubbing it in!)

Amazingly, I escaped pretty unscathed. Just one minor sprain (the fourth finger on my left hand, where the netball went smack on it.) and one major internal bleeding under the nail of my big left toe. Sigh… Considering what an accident proned person I am, all the above are trivial. (Believe me.) I could see the blood clotting beneath that pale pink nail polish and it hurt like crazy, after 1st half of the game. It’s amazing that I could still hobble over the courts for the next session. Hmm… Anyway, it all goes to show that pedicure and sports can never go together.

Pedicure, sweat, pedicure or sweat?! Darn! What a tough choice! (You will probably be wondering, duh… how bimbotic can this person get?!) Too much air in the head, oooh, I’ll probably think about it tomorrow. Tomorrow will be a better day. (Fluttering of eyelashes.)

Whatever.. it hurts like hell now. Probably have to give the toe a break and see what happens next. Hope the nail doesn’t fall out or dangle from the flesh. (shiver. That sounds totally grossed out.) I have never had such experiences before though, because my nails are usually rather short. Vanity, vanity, the price one has to pay or it.

Changes Changes Changes

Changes Changes Changes

Just 3 months away and everything changes. The Blogger website now looks totally different, more user friendly with a far cooler interface. I have yet to explore the new features.

Why am I back?

1. I have received loads and loads of fan mails and smses begging me to bring them their daily entertainment tit bit. (Ha! Like real!)

2. My computer suddenly sprang back into life after months of hibernation.

Well, believe me, I was just bullshitting you.

The real reasons:

1. I am experiencing an extreme emotion.

2. I have a computer nearby.

3. I have stopped procrastinating.

Have you ever felt so angry that you feel blood gushing up your head, your ears, to the ends of your hair? Well, I have and pretty often. I find myself experiencing the outbursts more and more often, and rather difficult to keep it under control. Well, I have always been hot tempered but this is way too often for comfort. I like to attribute it to my thyroid condition which is messing up my hormonal balance. However, this in a way is also worsening it. Chicken and egg problem.

When I feel the heat climbing up my neck, I tried counting to keep it down. Recently, it seems to have lost the desired effect. Maybe I should start counting sheep, even if it doesn’t work for insomnia. Damn damn damn, I hate that feeling, the feeling of losing control, as I feel the heat creeping up, my heart making little staccato beats and tears forming behind my eyes. I despise people who make a scene in public and yet I’m turning into one.

Maybe I should start picking up yoga. Breaking my bones (trying to perform those yoga stunts) certainly beats losing emotional control. Sigh… I have a bad bad feeling that my thyroid blood count this time round will swing way out of range again and the dosage will have to be increased. Why me?!