A post of regret

It is such a long time since I lay a finger on blogging.

It seems that I was just too lazy. After all, it has been 4 weeks when my hand was wrapped with the plaster of Paris.

4 weeks. It had been a long four weeks, and half of the summer semester just gets ruined because of it. But at last I was free at this Monday… But now, in exchange of the momentary freedom, I might end up to sth worse and paying the worse price. It is either……

-Another plaster of Paris ( SIX WEEKS ) in the spring semester, when C++ and calculus is going to stretch my neck or…..WORSE
-Surgery that costs over 4000…and plaster again for (FOUR WEEKS)or……WORST
-I just had to say bye bye to badminton, basketball, or even becoming a damn burden because of wretched hand FOREVER

I am not joking, anything of these could happen (and likely to happen if I happened to fall again while playing futsal… ) if I didn’t do sth…And the doctor has been warning me about the consequences if I removed the plaster… And I thought that he was joking, and now I was making a joke on myself…(Not to mention I ignore some of his medical prescription just because of too lazy…)

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That day…I begged my mother to remove the plaster of Paris because of having a chem. Lab practical at Tuesday, and finally she agreed...

Using chem. Lab as a excuse, I finally persuaded my mother to allow me to remove the plaster. DoTA, here I come…

And when the plaster was removed, the right hand which was numb started to get alive but the first sensation I feel is PAIN…at my wrist. The big bump was still there…

At first, I thought I was seeing things, and the pain, I assured myself that it will recover after few hours, maybe after a few hours nap. However the pain was still there, and the bump, after comparing with my left hand… was really a DAMN BIG BUMP compared to my left hand.

And now I had been following the prescription strictly, and wrapped my hand with some cream, hoping that the bump will just disappear.

It didn’t…

And every time my hand felt the sensation of pain, my whole body will be shuddering. I don’t want to be wrapped with the plaster again…

I don’t want to depend on others again, being a burden to my group member, and able to stand independent without the help of others…
I don’t want to write my assignment with the stupid left hand ( which Pui yIn somehow feeling funny about that)

And lastly, I don’t wish to left behind because of the plaster again.

Someone or something else, please grants a recovery to my hand and the courage to run through this. I don’t want to run through the painful experiences again, cannot scratch when you‘re feeling itchy, cannot do simple task even though you have both hands, and the enduring the eyes of discriminating when you have a plaster with you……

Please…….my hand was wrapped long enough to atone for my foolishness…Please, don’t let me run through this again…

Please………………….