
For the second time in life, an ambulance took me to hospital. A nurse looked at CT scan in hospital and said, "how could you fall to break leg like this". It is a good question, I ask myself this question all the time.

The bed in hospital is a really good bed. Softness is controlled electrically, and buttons are everywhere to adjust position in all imaginable ways. If I were 10 years younger I would be curious, playing with the bed and discovering all hidden features. But in reality, all I worried is how does mommy explain to Yilin daddy's absence.
Finally Yilin came and visited me at night. My girl was a little scared. She saw my leg and covered eyes with hands. However it didn't take long before she warmed up, climbed up and down the room and made funny face to nurses. Before leaving she asked me, "Daddy why can you still talk?", then she skipped away.
The surgery occurred on the next day. Tibia was broken into 3 pieces and Fibula into 2. The orthopedic doctor decided to insert a titanium rod into the broken bone and fix it with nails on both ends. I didn't see how it was done on surgery table, but it sounded to me that the surgery is a walk in the park for the doctor. It went well and then it was just the matter of long, painful recovery process -- swelling, bone recovery, and celebration party.
There's so much that I wanted to do, articles to read, work to catch up, movies to watch. I'm always lack of time but in hospital, finally I had enough time, enough resource but I couldn't do any of them. Trapped in a narrow space hour after hour, with pain and insomnia day after day, my mindset changed into a state where brain is frozen and eyes are wide open. Not being able to do anything meaningful for long time becomes the biggest torture for me, which is way much worse than the pain itself.

As I started reading news I realized I just missed a very turbulent week. The Ukraine crisis, terrorism in Kunming and missing Malaysia airplaine, all happened in the same week. Lives are lost and many need help much more than I do. I hope they get better every day as well.
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