So, it’s been a while since my last post. I’ve enjoyed the rest of my holidays in Hong Kong, spending the festive season and the new year with my relatives before I say goodbye to them and hope to see them again sometime soon. *insert tear here*
My flight home was pretty uneventful. I was given a window seat which is always my preference. I am horrible at sleeping sitting up, and always end up with my head nodding forward and drooling on myself. With a window seat, at least I have the wall of the aircraft to lean on so I don’t become a wobbling head mannequin in my sleep. The only thing that got in my way of a semi-relaxing plane ride was the gentleman sitting next to me who would be continually prodding the TV screen in front of him incredibly loudly and calling for the air hostess. For some reason I had this belief that he was this ex-german soldier who came back from the war and was deaf and mute. He also emitted wafts of old dank mothballs which delayed my beauty rest. It was a very arduous 9 hour plane ride.
Now back home, I was able to reunite with my family and friends. Presents for all! I was a very joyous Santa Claus. Albeit, not as big I hope…. My bunnies were also coming home! My dad had built 2 massive hutches for them so that the 2 months I was away, they would be conveniently distracted hopping around their huge ‘mansion’ instead of mopping after me (or so I like to think). So it was a huge undertaking to transport their 2 hutches across to my place, involving sophisticated machinery to detach the hutches apart and equally sophisticated machinery to put it back together.
Now, I’m not a very ‘handy’ person when it comes to building and fixing things. But, I like to think I can be. 10 minutes in to reattaching everything back together again, I’m being ‘responsible’, setting up litter trays and making my rabbits feel at home again. I’m walking along the balcony with a litter tray in one hand, and my unco-ordination comes to play big time. Whilst walking and holding the litter tray, I twist my left ankle, successfully throw the litter tray into the air sending hay flying everywhere. I fall on my hands and knees, and unsuccessfully land on a row of metal scaffolding pieces that form part of the frame of the rabbit hutch.
The first thing that explodes in my mind is the searing pain that’s emanating from my ankle. Forget my knee, my ankle my ankle my ankle! Sorry, what was that? “ANKLE!!!” My dad on the other hand looks at my leg, his eyes widen in terror, points and screams, “KNEE!!!!”
Me: NO ANKLE!
Me: *looks at knee* AHHH! OMG KNEE!!
And then the other even stronger searing pain hit me square in the knee. KNEE KNEE KNEE KNEE!!!!
The metal scaffolding had gone into my leg, and revealed before me was a very juicy and delicious looking sliced open knee full of blood, fat and even bone. Even looked a bit like a brain…
After a fair amount of scuffling, anxiety, and confused and stressed out family who took a while to figure out what to do after overcoming the shock of my leg, paramedics came and took me to the nearest hospital. I underwent lots of x-rays, anaesthesia and stitches. They put me into a zimmer splint because I had cut my Patella tendon and therefore am not allowed to bend my knee at all to allow for my tendon to heal.
I survived 2 months in Hong Kong, but didn’t last 2 weeks back home.
It’s been a week since the accident, I’ve been cooped up at home unable to go anyway because I cannot drive, cannot walk, and cannot do pretty much anything but play Candy Crush Saga (the MOST addictive game ever). So, I’m going to enlighten you all with gross pictures of my accident. It will be one of awe, gore and slightly bit too much graphic information. So please, if you have a light stomach and become nauseous at the sight of blood, STOP READING NOW! Whatever you do, DO NOT SCROLL DOWN! Or if you do, do so in your own peril.
Consider you have been warned.