A day of hell
10th September – Sunday
Went to the SoulED Out Carnival with my cousins, aunt and mom. It’s not bad. I saw the real life and near fireworks. So much better that merdeka day. I was alone watching it. Everyone was sitting down. Later at night, I went to see the doctor again. This time my toe infection got serious. The doctor said she gotta take out the whole toe nail. I will NEVER hear another word of “take out/remove” from doctors again. The first time was the lump. He said “remove”, and I ended up in the hospital with the operation and was bandaged. This time, the doctor said “take out” and I ended up having bandaged at my toe. Just a teeny meeny tiny operation and I was screaming like mad. INJECTIONS!!! Those damned bloody fucking injections! I was screaming and my mom can even hear my voice from outside. God knows how many injections the old hag gave me. I think it was 3-4. She even asked me where I’m studying (the fav question that asked by doctors when they’re trying to calm you down. It doesn’t work on me anymore), I said dunno. All I know is that the fucking needle poking my toe and was pain like hell. My aunt was even scolding me for crying (DUH! It’s damn painful). She tried to calm me down but it doesn’t work at all. All I know was that I felt as if something was going into my toenail and the next thing I know was that she pulled out the whole toe nail and showed it to me proudly. PROUDLY! It’s so huge and it’s MY TOENAIL she’s holding! OMG! I wanted to keep the toenail and keep it as memory but I’d afraid aunt would scold me for keeping ‘rubbish’. I wanna show my kids that toenail someday. How I’ve gone through the ‘hard’ times. What’s worse Is that the old hag said I gotta come and wash it EVERYDAY! As if the injection doesn’t satisfy her. We’ll wait and see…
September 21st, 2006 at 11:33 pm
Your toenail must be freaking big… Hahahaha…