Let me tell you a sad sad story. Seriously, it cannot be more sad.
The past 3 nights and 4 days had been
the worst time in my entire life, physically and no kidding. So Thursday it was when my suffering (hunger, agony, anxiety, nostalgia and etc.) began. I was walking down the stairs and was ready to go out to babysit. I wasn't rushing or anything and instead, I was walking fairly slow. But I didn't know why the hell I slipped on the last step (according to other witnesses, I fell from the last 3 or 4 step) with my chin hitting the ground first, very very hard. I didn't remember what else I've hit but I did remember I didn't have the instinct using my hand to support. *am incredulous* If I had used my hand, I wouldn't have hurt so badly. *sobbing* O.O Not having enough time to feel the pain from the crash, I already saw my blood gushing non-stop. I tried to cover my mouth but it didn't help, blood dripping everywhere. I swear I've never seen so much blood (MY blood!!!) before. And I've never felt so scared. I opened my mouth and spat out a mouthful of fragments of my teeth, my blood still streaming. I never knew smashing teeth could cause such bleeding. O.O Then I found out it wasn't my teeth bleeding. It was my jaw. >_< I should have taken photos of the heaps of tissue with my blood on them which were impressive.
The only good thing was that my teeth in the front were intact (Thank GOd!!) so that I wouldn't look like missing teeth at the age of 19. @@;;
Then mom hurried me off to the hospital's dentist department that I just had been the day before and the dentist even complimented me for taking care of my teeth nicely. I ruined them the next day. How sarcastic. *laughs wryly* He gave me an x-ray check before I went to have the cut on my jaw sutured. When I got back to the dentist to get the x-ray results, he told me I had to undergo a surgery. At that moment I wish I was never born. I've never had the idea of me taking an operation or being hospitalized, not ever. But it seemed I had no choice coz I broke two parts of my bones - mandible and somewhere near my cheekbone fracture. And I was transfered all the way to Taipei which sucked. a) It was too far from home so it could be very troublesome if I needed anything. b) The Taipei hospital is much older then the one in my city. All the sickrooms of Mackay (name of the hospital) in my city are either single or double rooms and each room has TVs whilst the Taipei Mackay I lived was a tri-some room and was stinky and no TV. >_< I already wanted to kill myself the first day I got there. First it was because the unbearable migrane which I s'pose ensued from my fall down from stairs and second was the dizziness... @@;;; I think maybe I had a mild concussion.
When I woke up the next day (day 2), I was feeling a whole lot better cept for the diziness and I didn't know why I still had to take the operation. All I could think of was get the hell outta that stupid place. But sigh... I've always been a coward you know. So I could do nothing but wasting my life waiting until they called for me. When I finally got into the surgery room, it was already 2:00 p.m.. And the surgery lasted 5 hours which has been said was a
long surgery. I had general anaesthesia. Therefore I knew totally nothing cept I felt being decieved cos 5 hours were stolen from me. At least that made times go faster tho and the faster it went, the happier I was. XD When I came around in the recovery room, there was as if 1000 kilos pressing on me and a tube connecting my gullet and stomach just made me sick and puke twice. It's the evilest thing on earth. But the the puking thing was crazy cos a) I basically hadn't eat anything in 3 days so I didn't know I could have sth to throw up. b) the doc tied each of my teeth up with wires. And I didn't figure how the vomits went outta my mouth that easily. Yuck!!
Anyways I've been wearing that evil tube for 14 hours. God I just admire myself for that, for not commiting suicide. Tho I'd thought of it. The 3rd day was the same. Utter boredom. Sleep. Bad air. Torture. Stinky restroom. Noisy people who slurped like pigs and whom I unfortunately had to share the room with. In a word, complete waste of my time/life. Sigh.
I didn't know how I made it and I don't want to remember. But relatives and my friends told me I was brave. I survived these hellish days without blinking a single tear.
The wires are still stuck in my mouth and they still make me sore. I still can't open my mouth, can't talk and can't eat. My face's swollen. But at least I'm home. Out of that fu*king place. I am glad to be home. God bless.
Btw, I love my friends. They came to see me and wrote me heart warming words. Altho some of them still couldn't resist teasing me, I feel loved. : )
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satiate
thirsty
feeble
silly
melancholy
tired
giddy
more than overreacted
tensed+pissed+nerdy altogether
lethargic
