This is not a wonderful comeback post

• Too many events, too little time to blog. Or too little inspiration or creative juice.
• Friday afternoon 30 Jan 2009: I was out in our neighborhood when a stray flying broken bottle hit my knee. It’s stupid as it may sound, but yes, it came from nowhere. I didn’t realize immediately that I am hurt, I just felt a little pressure on my right knee. Then I noticed that my pants were ripped off (on the knee area) and I freaked out. I rolled up my pants and saw a deep wound; white flesh, a laceration of about 1.5inches deep, 2inches wide, irregularly sliced (you can actually imagine how something like our flesh would look like when you pound it with a broken glass bottle). For some freakin’ moment I was so pathetic to hold the sliced flesh together, (screaming inside my head: “!@#$%&#”), hoping it would glue itself back. Then the blood started to flow. And because I am the morbid me, I took pictures of the bleeding episode. I enjoyed it, to tell you honestly. It was fun watching the blood flow that way, that fast. It was creepy but it was fun (but don’t ever try this at home).
• Friday early evening 30 Jan 2009: After the the-bleeding-won’t-seem-to-stop episode, I hailed a cab and went straight to The Medical City. Aaron was already waiting at the ER. People thought I was only 17. They keep on asking about my age. And they all seemed to be surprised. Anyhoo, what they did was stitch my wounds ( yes, I have two cuts - the big one and, the small one that looked like one of the slashes I used to inflict on my wrists when I was younger and stupid ). I can’t explain how it was watching my wounds being stitched, it didn’t hurt of course, but it’s kinda weird. So after the stitches, they xray-ed my knee and saw that there were still pieces of foreign body deposited deep in the big wound, near the joint. So a wound exploration was necessary.
• Saturday early morning 31 Jan 2009: Open knee surgery. They reopened my wound, took out small pieces of glass and stitched it back. It was my first operation that I need to be sedated. It was a whole new lot experience lying there in the OR. 
• Saturday noon 31 Jan 2009: I woke up in the recovery room. It was weird because I can’t feel the lower part of my body. For some moment I was able to appreciate the short painless time.
• Tuesday early evening 3 Feb 2009: I was discharged, finally, after four days of disconnection from outside world.
• Parang bitin noh? Tingin ko nga rin. Haha next time na lang ung ibang kwento. Or tanong na lang kayo.:P