Thursday, March 13, 2008
And
YET AGAIN yours truly comes close to death. Okay lahh. This time not really, but you could say it was worse than death itself. If I had been hit by a hockey ball on the head I would have died or at least been unconscious. But
THIS, its certainly worse. You wont die but its not exactly a walk in the park either[Cause its a walk in Tampines. LOL]. Shit man, I think all this talk from my parents about it being a bad bad year for the horse year children due to feng shui is really some serious stuff.
WATA! DONT MESS!And so, the moment you've all been waiting for.
The Day AuSTANG[HA!] Got Stung By A CatfishYes, you heard it right. A freaking catfish. Never thought it could cause so much havoc huh? Better think again. That stupid catfish really gave me hell today.
Sian. I think I was really fated to be stung today. I really went against all odds. I wasnt even supposed to have canoed today, you see. It was raining heavily, woke up with a really bad flu and some kickass headache. Didnt want to go for the session at first. But then I thought, "
Aiya. Still must go settle the guitar stuff after that. So might as well just go, at most I just go but dont canoe lorr." And so, off I went. Was super early, and met the guys at Macdonalds before having breakfast together. As we were on our way there, I was debating with mysdelf over whether to canoe or not. Then I was like,
"Aiya. Since Im already on my way there might as well just canoe lorr. If not so waste time." Shit man, bad move.
The canoeing went along well enough. Calm waters and good weather, at first. And apart from Naresh capsizing here and there it wasnt much of a problem. I didnt even get wet until we shored up and were relaxing in the water. But little was I to know, that shit was going to happen.
We were resting in the water nears the shore, where the sea floor was muddy. Then when we were moving to get out of the water, I felt this sharp thing sting me in the foot. At first I thought it might have been a metal bar or something. But it couldnt have been, cause I felt it move. The I lifted my legs out of the water and saw this hole in my leg. It wasnt bleeding yet, and the pain wasnt that bad. Apparently the wound is reasonably small, but I would say the sting wound went quite deep cause I felt the sting go right up to the middle of my feet. The pain got worse and worse as I got out of the water and hobbled back to the seasports centre. I went over to the office and asked the guy for a plaster. As he was walking towards the first aid cabinet, he must have remembered that he didnt know why I had wanted it for. He turned around and scrutinised my body, looking for some sort of injury. I couldnt stand his eyes staring so I lifted my leg and showed him the inside of my foot, which was already bleeding quite badly at that point. And this funneh conversation between us took place.
Guy: "Oh."
Guy: "Were you at the muddy area of the beach when this happened?"
Me: "Yes."
Guy: "Did it feel like a sting in your leg?"
Me: "Yes."
Guy: "Is your leg starting to feel numb?"
Me: "Yes."
Guy: "The pain should be slowly moving up your leg now right?"
Me: "Yes."
And at that point in time I was thinking to myself like,
"Wah lau. Can you just please tell me what happened? Since you already like know."Guy: "Its probably a catfish sting."
Me: "Oh."
Guy: "Its very poisonous."
Me: -silence-
Guy: "You're going to be needing an injection for that."
Me: "Oh."
Yupp. And so I washed up and waited for the others to do so. And while we were dropping by at the office to collect our cards and receipts on our way out, the guy had to tell us about this friend of his who "ge kiang" and didnt want to see a doctor and ended up "kena" hospitalised. Lol.
The 4 of us cabbed down to Tampines. We dropped at the SingHealth Polyclinic but to our amusement, okay not so much to mine, there was this long queue of people. And guess what? They were queueing to get queue numbers! Like wow? Argh. So we left and decided we were better off trying out luck at the estate next door, looking for private clinics. But loe and behold,
IT WAS LUNCHTIME. We found it after a long search in the estate, but it was closed for lunch. And I was like, "If people choke on fishballs or something during lunch in the kopitiam beside the clinic, they confirm damn pekcek." Argh. Need I mention that with every step I took, my leg was becoming exponentially more painful? I decided to cab back to the clinic near my house with whatever money I had left, cause I didnt have enough to see the doctor anyway. At least then, I could meet my parents there then and they could pay. And so, we walked back to the polyclinic lobby waiting for a cab. When I sat down on the chair, I realised how fucking painful my leg actually was. And the pain had already risen up to above my ankle. We waited and waited for a cab, but none came. It was as if they didnt want to pick me up!
Or maybe they just didnt want to pick Naresh up. He was the one flagging at the main road. My point was proven when a cab came in right after Naresh walked further out to the road junction. Lol.
Yupp. There I was on my way. My leg was fucking hurting when I was in the cab. I was practically squirming in my seat. The driver must have thought I had some sort of disorder or something. Haha. Anyway, I soon reached the clinic.
ONLY to find out that it was closed until 2.30 for lunch. People in Marine Parade take half an hour more for lunch than in other places? -_-" As I set outside the clinic waiting for the shutters to be pulled up, I continued squirming in the chair. My leg was really fucking hurting. My brother was beside me and I got a shock when he suddenly said, "Wahh. Your foot is blue."
OMG. He was serious. I looked down at my foot and it really was blue! The wait for the clinic to open felt agonisingly like eternity. But
alas, the light was getting brighter now. I could see hope, among other things, as Dr Kong walked towards the clinic holding a clipboard. Lol. I was the 1st patient in.
As Dr Kong was cleaning my wound, I didnt know whether to laugh or cry. It was so damn itchy and painful at the same time. -_-" After all the would-cleaning, blood pressure-checking and heartbeat monitoring. He finally said what I'd already known.
"Now, I'll need to give you a jab." Come to think of it, he did look a wee bit surprised that I didnt go
"Huh?". Hmm. He went on to add that the catfish poison was quite dangerous and may cause jaw-locks[!!!] if not treated properly. Anyway, my mind wasnt really registering what he had said. I was purely focused on the Holy Grail firmly planted in his hand.
The Syringe. I felt like some drug addict who couldnt wait for the needle to be inside. Haha. Before I knew it, it was all over. My leg still hurts like fuck now even after the painkillers and all, but I guess its going to be just fine.
I want revenge.
Stupid catfish.
I heard catfish was edible. Hmm. Eh. Dont laugh lahh. I need some way to get past this psycological barrier okay. Tsk.
Holy crap man. My mum just told me the story about my grandaunt being stung by a catfish back when she was younger. And that back in those days of rural kampong life on Batam, they didnt take injections for those kinda things. She said my grandaunt was eventually in pain all over her body, everywhere except her hair. And they called for this local witch doctor to chant for her to get rid of the pain. And it supposedly worked. Like what the shit man.
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