woo. another gross post. you were warned!!


it started out as any other morning. or so edna thought. as she went about her morning routine.. she was worrying about her upcoming tests. how could she possibly find the time to study while having to juggle work and tuition on top of her classes?

she was on her way to the mrt near her house to meet her impossibly sweet, wonderfully caring, oh-so-manly boyfriend to go to work together. little did she know she wouldn't make it there

as she was going to cross the road, she spied her bus approaching the busstop. she knew that if she missed that bus, she'l probably be late. and so she crossed [albeit a little hurriedly]

BANG!!

and she flew. not literally. but enough so. she flew.


sighs

i don't deny it's my fault. but it was scary. sighs. i feel so bad to the motorcyclist. i doubt he'd be reading this. but i really didn't mean to cause you any hurt. [that sounds like a bad breakup line] i'm just glad nothing serious happened to him. or me actually.

sighs. and i feel bad for making my family [esp my dad.. was so scared to tell him!] and the impossibly sweet boyfriend, worried

enough said. having flown. i'm hurt. yes. but quite heng it wasn't a car? sighs. my whole leg tio'd. there goes my skin.. i suppose if you go look at that road, you might see some white flaky stuff that were previously part of my leg.

so yes. i'm sure you're dyinnnggg [bad choice of word there] really curious to see the outcome


the white stuff? its what the doctor prescribed. weird

yes. and that's just one of my injuries. and yes. i'm AWARE i look like i'm suffering from water retention at the ankle. but you do know that when you are injured like that, it swells right? sheesh

i guess i'm fine. waiting for the wonderfully caring boyfriend to get back from jp cuz he's helping me buy swipes to clean my wound. sighs. just wondering how i'm gonna be getting around from now on.

it hurrrrtttssss


[update]
i just realised that my last major injury was last year. when i got mr bubble from my then-friend-who-is-now-my-oh-so-manly-boyfriend's bike? and that was in march as well. sheesh. marches are not good months for me i conclude