the day they removed the cast on my arm

I remember it clearly. ‘Twas a friday. I woke up early this same day last year. It’s been 6 fucking weeks since the accident which left my left arm in a cast. Im finally getting this shit over with today. Wooohoooo!!! My anticipation was so intense, i was sweating and fidgety while dressing up. Then came the realisation that i was fidgeting and sweating coz i needed to take a big dump. Ok, well, after the dump, I was full of high hopes and my eyes were open up so big that Red Riding Hood would’ve asked me the question bout the big-eye. And so, I got on my trusty bike (which of course was repaired to working condition after being wrecked in the accident) and rode to the Sungai Petani General Hospital, with one arm sticking out like I was holding a shotgun like Arnie in Terminator 2. But of course I didnt ride a Harley, or wear a cool leather jacket and cool shades. I just wore a T-Shirt and shorts and slippers and rode away in my Honda EX5 in the same speed that made my accident so much worse that it should have been.

So as soon as i reached the hospital, I went away to register and wait 4 my turn. I met most of my uni frens while waiting, as they were joining the doctors for their daily rounds ( I studied in SP, Kedah and mixed mostly with medical students). As i was looking around the hordes of people with bone-related injuries, I was feeling like a hot-shot. “Hahahah… Im getting my cast out 2day, bitch. Hahahaha”. Yeah, i know what your’re thinking. He’s such an inconsiderate oaf. So what? I dont give a flying-fuck. I’ve paid my dues aledi….. So wat’s the fuss in rejoicing, albeit a bit more “inconsiderately”?

After I was called in to the examination room, they took a look at my X-ray which was taken a week ago. “Ok. Can remove ur cast. Go to the that room near that place there…”, the doc said while pointing to a smelly part of the hospital. Urrrrgghhh…. After i went in THAT room, the removal process started. The mini-circular say whizzed thru the cast like a stick thru fresh cow-dung, and yippeeee! I saw my dear left arm after missing it for 6 weeks.

As I stood up, a searing pain shot up. It was only then i realised that Mr.Arm’s muscles were all “lembik” aledi. I couldnt support it with my own strength. So I was given a sling and i walked out of the room just like someone who had achieved something very unimportant in the eyes of the world. As soon as I got out the hospital, another realisation came to me. I couldnt ride my bike back home. But it was all settled after a phone call to a couple of frenz. They brought me back to my house in Bandar Laguna Merbok and proceeded to clean my arm with dishwasher. They were using dishwasher liquid coz they were washing my arm in the sink. Sheeeshhh… Students… Groan…. After some persuasion, they brought in some real soap. Thank God. I was beginning to smell like fresh lemon.

My left arm was shrunken to about 3/4 it’s original size. And the skin was all dry and dirty and smelly. And the hair on my arm was shrivelled and very few. But i just looked at the bright side. Now i can show TWO middle fingers to my frens, instead of one.

So, after a slight massage to bring back my blood flow to normal, they brought me to lunch. I was glad that I was able to hold the pappadam in my left hand while stuffing my mouth with rice with my right hand. Ahhhhhh.. the simple pleasures of life. My roommate helped me get a traditional medication oil which i used to rub my arm everyday to strengthen the joints and ligaments.

Finally, i played my first football game after another 1 month of physiotherapy from my housemates. I was back at my favourite goalkeeping position and went straight into the game.

And if u really wanna know wat happened to my arm, i’ll say it in medical terms, as close to the real terms i can get to: Dislocation and fracture of the distal head of the radius.
Hence, my stage name: RaDiuZ (sumtimes DJ RaDiuZ, if I had some work dealing with music in functions)….