I had a road accident yesterday. I was crossing the road on my way home from the supermarket and I just lost balance on my platforms and fell sideway; grocery flew out of my bags and the next thing I knew, someone was helping me up and carrying my belongings to the other side of the road. I was in so much pain that I stopped outside 7-11, checking my bones and wounds. My hand was bleeding, so as my knee. A large piece of skin came off my finger and the rest of my body was covered in purple. Lots of bruises. Unsightly even to someone who grew up with pain.
I feel handicapped as I can't use my hands in a normal way. I am not sure if there are cracked bones but my body is screaming out pain, loud and clear. I wondered what would have happened if the lights went green while I was sitting in the middle of the road, one of the busiest 24/7. I could have been ran over.
The older I get the more accident-prone I become. This is just another harsh reality of life which I must meet face on. Wounds and injuries take forever to heal (if at all) and my body parts are gradually falling apart. I have never liked my body and I am quite happy to be removed from it when my time is up. It's just flesh and bones to me which is degenerating by the second. All things come to an end and I know I won't miss it.
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