Tuesday, February 13, 2007
The pain...I take it back.
I do not think that surviving a fall off a moving motorcycle is cool.
It's bladdy painful.
I am in pain.
I couldn't sleep last night because I had to position my wounded elbow in such a way that it won't hit anything, that it would still be elevated and that the dressing on it won't get damaged everytime I twist and turn. It was an annoying sleepless night.
I was in pain.
And during classes today, I had to position my arm so that my wound would still be above my shoulder so I look like a freakazoid walking around with one arm raised. Everytime I lowered my arm, it felt like blood was rushing from all over my body, aiming to escape through the one giant hole on my elbow.
I was uncomfortable during class. During note-taking, it being my right elbow and therefore connected to my right hand and therefore when I was writing it had to move here and there. Therfore causing my elbow extreme uncomfortable-ness-ness.
And even during the lessons, since my right arm was raised all the time, teachers think I'm either asking a question about the lesson or answering a question about the lesson.
But besides this let us not forget that amidst the embarassment, the soreness-of-right-arm-from-being-in-an-awkward-position-for-long-periods-of-time and the overall uncomfortable-ness-ness...
I am still in pain.
Lotsa love, Jana