bedtime story
March 21, 2007
i think i fucked up my thumb. i think i made a mistake when i chose to get the bloody hole in my hand stitched up on the spot, rather than cabbing it to a nearby hospital for an x-ray before closing it up.
why did i go with the former? apart from feeling faint from the thought of a shard of glass ripping through to the bone, i didn’t want to have to deal with singapore’s fucking inefficient cab system.
5 weeks later, i feel a big, tender lump right under the stitch scar. i don’t think it’s leftover glass, but fear that some sort of muscle was cut. i’m too scared to find out. maybe i will wait 10 years, like i did to recently learn that some of the damage to my brain was permanent. god.
