Oh rly?

Has never been so interesting.
Bullshit. It ruined my plans for the semester break.

It was a Thursday morning and I decided that I'd go back home to Klang cause I felt like shit staying in coll. Meh... things started to bother me again, so I thought that it'll be better if I spent the last few hours studying back home for my last paper on Fri. It was fun walking all the way from my Coll to the LTR University Station 6 in the morning and took me about 45 minutes and almost my life, which I blame it on the lack of sleep or rather no sleep at all the previous night. The fun didn't end there, I walked all the way back home from the commuter station.

Here comes the interesting part.

I was on my way back to UM after dinner, bought my ticket and heard the train coming. So I ran up the stairs and back down again, only to see that the doors were closing and the train moving so very slowly away from me.

"Fuck." I said. Then I took a tumble for what reason I don't remember. Stood back up, brushed myself clean and tried not to make any eye contact with anyone. Then I realized that my feet felt a little weird, I looked down and found out that my feet was bend inwards. Like any other self respecting man that worships Jack Bauer, I thought to myself,

"WWJBD (What Would Jack Bauer Do)"
"He'll kick his feet back in place and start kicking terrorist ass."

So I tried to bend it out back without much success. Then I suddenly realized that I wasn't feeling any pain at all. No pain wasn't good, so I called my sis, hopped up the stairs, back down again, got my ass into the car and I was on my way to the hospital.


This is how I looked like when I was first admitted, having fun on the wheelchair.


This is me after a few minutes.


This is how my feet looked like.

After the diagnostic test the doc sent me to get a cast done, I took off my shoes and this is how is it looked like.


Try comparing it with your leg. Now look down, see how your limb runs all the way down to your feet. Ouch! You got that right.


So I got back to the doctor and she says that I got to get admitted, cause they can't just snap it back in place without having me sedated. In other words, they were just too chicken shit to do it. Back in the ward the Orthopedic doc told me that I have 2 joints dislocated and that it was very easy to get the ankle dislocated but very hard to get it back in, told me to expect surgery if they couldn't do it manually. He also told me to forget about tomorrow's test, which I was delighted to hear about. During this moment my body went into shock because there was too much fluid around the dislocated area making it swell. My sister got scared seeing me shivering violently every few seconds and went away. Which meant no pictures.

So I started to make calls to get contacts to inform them of my possible absence tomorrow in the exam hall, while dealing with the pain in the ankle, the MA trying to insert a line into my veins THREE times before he got it right, a painkiller jab, the occasional shock and signing documents with my LEFT hand while still in shock.

After a while I was wheeled back into the cast-making room where I was sedated and fell asleep faster that you can say "OH SHI-!". The next thing I knew, I was feeling my underpants. Seriously. The first thing that came into mind was "Those bastards stole my jeans!" not realizing that there could be far worst things that could have happen other than having my jeans stolen. I got home at midnight and didn't care much about the leg. I had the exam the next day.

Now that the exams are over and done with, got my stuff back home from coll. That leaves me with nothing to do.


Thank you fate. I'm so going to cry soon. Ass.