I’m in Singapore now alias singa di dapur!

Staying at my boy’s friend place, somewhere near custom/immigration whatever it called.

No no, it’s not my dream holiday at all. Spend all my time in the room with my boy, computer, internet connection which is much much better than Streamyx. The furthest place that I’ve been to is some food court to have lunch which is very near with the apartment.

Not that I don’t want to walk. It’s so painful at the leg further down there. Stand there quietly also pain already. The yellow part that doctor said not good, is an infection. It gets deeper into the skin, ‘eat the skin’ (OMG~!), has to rub it off or will leave scar and will cause pain at the moment sth like that. Bad news is, it’s so hard to rub it off. That day it’s even bleeding. Sigh.. Some more the doctor said, the yellow colour thing that comes out when we had cough, is also infection. Alrite, so infection is yellow in color, simple.

Plus half of my leg (the area that kena la) is reddish new skin. It’s impossible for me to squeeze in the bus or MRT with that kind of skin. Cari mati meh? On the night when we arrived at Novena Square, two of us with the friend go down to take MRT home. But once look at the mass in the train, oho, no need eat also full already. Not wanted to risk my leg, we wasted that newly bought ticket and take taxi home.

The lady doctor had peeled off the dead skin before I came here. So now half of my leg is red in color, new skin. I heart her so much for she is much much more care than the other doctor at night. She steps in the patient shoe, comfort me some more, tell me the consequence if I don’t do this that. So, even though it’s painful, I let her did what she thinks is the best for me. Pain now and feel better in the end rather than feel good now and bad in the end.

And because of her words and encouragement, with a logical explanation, I dare to walk back home from clinic with my boy guiding me. Though it’s kinda pain but good for the new skin to stretch (sth like that) and to be exposed to the sun.

No worry, I’m gonna explore this country on my next visit until I faint. Hehe. My priority now is to recover my new raw skin. She said, within 1 week, the skin will grow back to normal. So, let’s see how it goes. So far so good. It feels so damn good to see it getting better from day to day. Like that my boy won’t worry too much already. Job hunting, interview, college’s stuff, let’s settle it later when I’m healthy.

Walking around with reddish skin doesn’t make me feel ease at all. People keep staring and looking at me with that pitiful and painful sight. There are quite a lot of people ask me what happen or re-confirm whether it is because of hot water or not. Ishh..

I thank you all of them for their ‘kepo’-ness and pity. But I don’t need that. Not in the form of ask me so many questions; what happen, why not careful, is it pain, and so on. And some people won’t be satisfy with the answer ‘because of hot water’. They will keep going by asking me the detail part of the accident. -__-” That doesn’t help me at all but remind me of the past. I’m still trauma with it. I need time.

Anyway, Miracle does happen. I refer to it as a miracle because for me it is. After 5 hours sat in the bus from Bangsar to Sg, I walked with no pain (but pain when stand) while we have to stop at Malaysia and Singapore immigration. I was so damn surprised when I woke up half the journey and realize I felt no pain. I thought I just mati rasa. I whine how am I gonna walk to immigration and so on. But hey, I walk pretty normal on that Friday night! The bus chair is damn good man and the structure looks like Osim one. Muahaha.

I think all this while I have forgotten to pray to God. To thank Him and appreciate what I have instead of keep whining on what I don’t have. Afterall, he still answered my pray. I’m so blessed.