fRancelyn: December 2008

Following the previous post, I would like to give thanks to God:

1) that I had not snapped off the whole finger from my hand, that I still have a hand of 5 fingers, though I don't know when my pinky finger will fully heal;

2) that I had recovered from my allergy (giving thanks in advance in faith!), that i did not feel especially itchy and uncomfortable throughout the time of sickness and that my swollen face wasn't that bad (I had heard of worse ones);

3) I fell down from the stairs at my office 2 weeks ago and I thank God that I didn't sprain my leg! And that no one was around when I was on my fours! Woohoo!

Really thank God for loving me and being so good to me!

And thank my husband for taking care of me when I was sick!

-Jocelyn-

My Christmas in year 2008 ended with a bang...on my pinky finger @_@

It so happened that after a nice and filling dinner at the famous Scissors Curry Rice stall, and as I was happily closing the car door behind me (at our home car park), I felt my finger stuck. Yes, I had left it there when I was closing the door. The next thing I know, I was squatting down and screaming and totally oblivious to the people staring at me (or maybe there weren't people around...I don't know...). Initially I didn't think it was anything serious until Francis took a look at it and I saw blood oozing out; my nail cracked and it looked like it was coming off my finger. I almost fainted. Then, I wailed even louder and cried like a baby, as we slowly made our way to the lift and back home (this time, I'm sure people noticed us). I was traumatized and kept mumbling that I couldn't do housework now, I couldn't go to work tomorrow, I couldn't bathe, blah blah blah. Poor Francis. He tried to calm me down and asked me not to think so much. In retrospect, I'm quite amused by what I said. Haha.

All was well. I accepted the fact that my pinky finger will be dysfunctional for at least a month, and that my nail will come off any time because I'm just too accident-prone. I was ready to go to work the next day with a bandage on my finger as I climbed on bed and ended 25th December 2008.

I woke up the next morning and looked at myself in the mirror. Something's weird; something's not right. But I couldn't put a finger to it (not because I hurt it the night before...hahaha). So I continued to wash my face. Ahh...it felt different...it didn't feel right. Then I concluded that it was bloated, and I noticed red spots on my limbs as well. Must be an allergy, I thought. But, to what? I visited the doctor and there wasn't much conclusion either, except that it was, an allergy. I don't blame doctors, because allergy is really difficult to detect until something happened, but by the time it happens, too many factors could have caused it and at the end of the day, we still don't know what allergy it is. Anyway, and so I rested on 26th December. I was even brave enough to exhibit my bloated face by allowing my cell group to come to my place in the evening.

And as I was ready to wake up on Saturday to visit my hair dresser and go shopping with my mum and sis, I found a more swollen me in the mirror. I felt like hamsters with cheeks full of stored food or an obese goldfish. I couldn't bear to take a second look in the mirror. What was before me was hideous! I had never looked like this before and I don't want to look like that again! But I still decided to take one more day of medicine before I sought a second opinion. Lo and behold, I still didn't get any better on Sunday so I visited a 2nd doctor. Apparently, the medicine worked on my swelling and it went away a bit after my first intake. But my cheeks were still a teeny weeny bit swollen the next day (Monday...mc!!!). Hopefully I'll be totally well when I go back to work on Tuesday.

You know the morale of the story? Never leave your things behind, especially your fingers, when you alight from a vehicle. And secondly, Jocelyn should never get fat. She looked really ugly.

-Jocelyn-