I have never ever expected myself to get a minor bone fracture and ended up having to behave as though I have been born with only a single upper limb.
Just yesterday, I was perfectly fine. Things were going normal for me, just the usual university life. Not until a bicycle rammed into mine, throwing me down on the road at a roundabout, and in the process, part of that guy's bicycle hit my left shoulder. I was seriously in deep pain, and I had to cycle back home single-handedly, my left arm dangling at the side, while I told myself to withstand the pain for a little while. As soon as I reached home, I quickly called for a taxi and went to the clinic, only to find that my clavicle was suffering from a crack. Thankfully, it was not dislocated, not a serious injury, but deep inside, I felt so down. The doctor assured me that my bone will be back to normal in two weeks time, but at the moment, I would have to make do with an armsling. The problem is, this is no ordinary armsling. As I have zero knowledge on putting up an armsling back myself should I remove it, the medical officers decided to tape my left arm using some flexible cloth bandages to my body to prevent my hand from moving, which will disrupt the bone healing process. Now, I am like a partial living mummy, with part of my body wrapped with the bandages, leaving only my right hand to perform my daily activities. And let me tell you, it is really uncomfortable. You can't sleep the way you use to, you can't shower like normal, and you can't dress like you usually do. It is like being temporarily handicapped.
Despite the disadvantages in such a condition, I tell myself to look at the brighter side. Due to this, I began to understand how it feels to be a handicapped person. You can't do stuff like how a normal person could do, unless you have had years of practice, and that takes time. As for me, I have trouble tying up my hair with only a hand (still trying though ahaha~), and I have to stay this way for two weeks. Then I realise, I shouldn't be whiny or moody about this, but I should face this little obstacle with a smile and drive away frowns with cheerful expressions. What is the point of being so down about this when others actually suffer more than you, except they only keep their pains to themselves, enduring their problems with hopes of a better tomorrow? No, I tell myself that I should be optimistic in life, and learn to accept unfavourable situations bravely and realisticly.
I find it amusing that most people who are healthy usually possess pessimistic thinkings, whining about their trivial problems, feeling like it's the end of the world when they have just broke up with their boyfriends or girlfriends, whereas those who are suffering from a certain disease or almost nearing death usually keeps an optimistic view in life, being cheerful despite their sick conditions, facing their troubles with much courage than an ordinary person could and would show. Isn't that weird? Hmm, perhaps people would never learn to appreciate the things they have, not unless they are at the verge of losing them or have already lost them. I realise that people, including me as well, usually take things for granted. I am trying to change that part of me, but it'll take time of course. The important thing is that I try eh? (:
Oh well, a toast to my bone's speedy recovery! Yeah! :D
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