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Memories Cast in Stone: A Sub-Blog!

"Diary of a One-legged Chicken" - (Part 1)

Prologue

1 September 2006, Friday -

Finally, a day without rain . She remembers skipping about each floor and ra-rah-ing people to come down for training. V-ball, V-ball, V-ball. (*repeat in tune of ambulance siren)

The idea sprang into her head, a stroke of inspiration, an innocently random thought.

Little did she know.

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V Ball Training

The low spirits that surfaced in the acknowledgement of the depressing turnout were appeased during the course of training. For the first time, she was made to stand in formation and play the real thing. This time, she felt she gained a clearer sense of purpose of her fists and wrists as they found their postion next to each other, as her body crouched low and her eyes followed her opponent's serve. She found that she was actually beginning to like the game, that contrary to what she was led to believe at her first training, she could actually be of some use to the team, when they played next sat.

Hehe. She wouldnt look too unfitting a captain after all.

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The fateful catch.

As fate would have it, she stayed on for netball.

All the courts were occupied. They chose the Vball court. Couple of footwork and overhead lobbing exercises later, they could no longer resist the itch to play.

The paremeters were set at half the court, between the two towering lightposts.

Being her pet sport, she had a rollicking good time with her block mates. :)

Forten minutes at least.

She recalls very vividly the very moment it happened. Somehow when she made the leap for the ball, there was a foreboding... somewhere between the boundaries of her conscious and subconscious. In her mind, it was as if a careful recording of the entire landing was taking place for an unknown important purpose.

It was to be a landing she wont forget.

Nasty, Jarring, Near-excruciating (when moved at the wrong places). (pardon us. our femalelead''s being a whiner)

However, she was thankful that memories of the painful shock were accompanied by that of the heartwarming flurry and fluster. haha. She pities the senior who beared her horrific weight on his back along the distance of the walkway to the carpark from the courts. Block mates who tolerated her smelly shoe and feet, hydrated her tired being with humourous banter, rejuvenated her weary senses by being rave companions in front of her colour tv set and warmed a dejected heart with the constant supply of ice cubes delivered with warmth and zeal.

:)
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The Aftermath.

A few whines and bawls over the mobile phone to knowing parents later, she was somewhat pacified.

For the night, she becomes a hopping presence on her floor. Suddenly becomes quite aware of the distance between room and toilet, and the resonating capabilities of the corridor walls. From the looks of relief on the faces of people she met in the toilet, she wished she could have sounded less like KingKong on the way to the toilet.

She showers one-legged only to find she cant wear her pants at the end. Struck with the realisation that it's one of the many nitty-gritty things she was going to have to adjust to for a while.

Swelling appears on opposite side of Original Big Bump as well and girl and good medical fren were scared but prepared to rely on yao4jiu3 and Salonpas for the night.

It turned out to be a long night. Leg propped up on stack of clothes..literally having to sleep straight like a mummy.

Heard the distant call for players and supporters for touch rugby carnival in the morning. She lay in bed feeling quite sad at the sight of the bumps and sensation of sore-numbness in her foot. Dang it was the one match she knew they would shine at. (And as she later found out, they did.=D)

Decided to end the rough night at about 9am.. woke up to a quiet hall. To minimise hopping, her notion of packing became an act of leaving her luggage wide open in the center of the room and throwing the relevant items in, in a relatively organised fashion, as much as possible. haha.

Darling of a neighbour was still around so she could help transport her and her luggage down... :) parents and sis here! hurray. Negotiated the crazy winding roads and signs of nus and finally found nuh.

Whisked in on a wheelchair. Her left foot stuck out precariously and she learnt she had to put complete faith in the pusher to avoid further fatal collisions. Faith is never enough though she found, when you had an elder sis for a pusher who found amusement in enacting a series of near-collisions with various people/objects she encountered along the corridor.

:P
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The birth of the One-Legged Chicken

She found herself wired to machines.. fascinated by how the crocodile clip on her index finger could measure heart rate. Coupl e of Pain tests later (eww), X-ray shots were taken of her foot, at angles and poses she never imagined possible.

Finally, the diagnosis came: a small bone had been pushed out by a torn tendon. (whatever that means.)

And so the verdict was cast.

(getitgetit?-grin-)

For ten days at least, til the orthopaedic looks at it again.

She;s got an MC for five days starting SAT :(:( ("You should still go for lessons," says Mr. suspected-NUS Medicine Grad).

In the meantime she'll be learning to walk again.

posted by jias tham @ 2:10 PM