Tuesday, July 04, 2006
that fateful day
...& I thought I was superman for a while...
She was my dream machine, all I ever wanted when I first attained my license. So it was a real tremondous feeling when I finally got my keys to 1. I remember the date clearly. My TP was on 1st February 2005 and I was still 2 months more to ORD. That morning I had woken early and ensured I was in the best state to take the test. Many hours later I was whizzing in a SRAD750. Gleefully enjoying the rush that comes together when riding a class2 bike. I was in dreamland.
I had kept her in the dark about me taking the license and buying the SRAD. No wonder she was puzzled when I sold my Super4. She was very upset, I could tell for she really didnt like to sit on the wave. God knows why. And it was always a topic of debate. So that why I made sure I gave her a pleasent surprise, for she liked surprises. That day we had made plans for dinner and I would meet her at Bugis after her work. I made sure I was not too early so she would not spot me. I parked the bike quite far away and even hooked my helmet on the bike to give the impression I had put the helmets in the box. Heh little would she know...
She was overjoyed. She was in a state of shocked too. But in all honesty she seemed happy for me as I had attained my dream bike I had always talked about. The Suzuki SRAD 750.
That was somehow to be the only real happy moment I remember Mardiana and Mar no.2
-shrugs-
4th of July 2005 was a monday. I had the monday blues at work. I had just attained a new post. Decked in my shirt, pants and tie...and not forgetting my blazer. Ahh I felt so smart and honoured to be wearing one. The day though seemed so busy. I was running practically everywhere ensuring things tried to go as smooth as possible. Maghrib came and I had promised to meet Mr.Teacher to meet his uncle.
We were there probably less than an hour. We created small chatter with his uncle. I tried in vain to put up my best show but I was really tired. But never the less it was a worthwhile trip. I remember something very stark. The uncle distinctly told me to ride safely as we made our leave. Never did I expect.
Ever since I was doing sales, I had always returned home late. Very rarely was I at home let alone be able to sit and have dinner with my family. A few days earlier, my mum had spoke up asking me to have dinner at home.
That day, my heart moved. My heart moved enough for me to not go meet my friends for dinner. I wanted to eat at home and spend some time with my family. I sent mr.Teacher to meet his cousin and I was off zooming home. Ahhh it was a real pleasure after a long time, to sit at home and have dinner. I cant remember what I had but it was rice with alot of gravy. My stomach was filled and so were my parents hearts.
I took a bath and I really remember something telling me not to go out again. Being me, I just couldnt stay at home at night. A few minutes before 10 and I was out of the home again, heading to meet my friends with the intention of going JB later on. I kissed my parents hands and left the home. It all seemed normal. I had met everyone except my 1st sister. She wasnt home.
Well, I did manage to catch my sister. As I left the carpark she was riding back into the carpark. With a beep of my horn, I zoomed off. The ride was normal, everything felt normal. Never would I expect...
I used the Jalan Eunos and Sims Avenue junction everyday. And it was a just another pass tonight or so I thought. I rode as per normal. Not that slow but definietly not that fast. When I approached that junction, strangely enough I seemed to be the only vehicle heading in the direction of Marine Parade.
A taxi suddenly came turning out of no where. Damn I was so close to the junction already. I couldnt possibly have time to evade if I tried to brake. I went with my guts and just pulled my bike as much as to the left as possibleeeeeeeeeeee....
Whammmmmmmmmm!!! Bam!!!! Arghhhhh....
The taxi hit my bike hard, that I remember. The next vision was that I was in the air and I thought I was superman for a while. I was about to land arghhh!!!
I opened my eyes yelling 'Allah' as I brought my upper body up. I was in a total lying position. All was so chaotic at that moment. Everything seemed to move in slow motion since I made my take-off. My limbs were hurting bad, especially my right arm. I couldnt get up. I tired to but I couldnt get up. I saw my watch had broken into pieces =( , the last gift from her =(
Everything then suddenly moved so fast. People were asking me if I was okay. They took my helmet off and tried to make me comfortable. Only at this moment I realised I couldnt move my right leg. And my God it was totally out of position. It was on my LEFT!!!
Thank God for all the help I recieved that night. A surgeon happened to be there and he placed me in the best possible manner to avoid any complications and further pain to my body. It only worked a little. I was in so much pain!!!!
In all the chaos, I was able to provide someone my home number. I was givern word that my parents were on the way. It was so near to home. After so many minutes did I finally think about my bike, my lovely bike =( I looked in the direction of where my bike could have been. All I saw was a smashed up taxi against a post in the middle of the pavement. I was then thinking is it that bad ? But I couldnt see my bike.
The ambulance finally arrived and so too did my parents. I was quite stable by then. And I meekly said,'Hi mum.' She must have been in total shock for she didnt say anything as she saw the paramedics put on a neck brace on me. I was totally unable to move my right side. As they brought me up into the ambulance, I saw more of the accident scene. It was still quite chaotic especially with the darkness. It was only around what...1030pm so there were still many people, especially since this junction was just beside Enuos Interchange, Just behind Darul Aman mosque. MasyaAllah, what a place to accident.
I remember the paramedics telling me to calm down and that I would be okay. I was quite sure I wasnt high or anything but I could tell him cheekily, 'Dont worry its not my time yet' haha. Somehow that shut him up. Hah..and we finally reached Changi General.
1 funny thing about being in pain and in a&e is that they keep taking your stats, many times over. And too many doctors and nurses asking me where Im in pain, when at that point of time I kept yelling..."my leg!! my leg!!" for it was totally numb already and I could feel such a sharp pain.
Put under anisthetic, they did a simple procedure to pull my leg back into position. What next I could remember was going through many rounds of x-ray until I was finally wheeled into ward36.
Ward36 Bed 38. This I will never forget too for the first time I land in hospital. I was still grogy and in pain but I remembered the nurse putting my leg into some sort of cast. I cant remember what its called but its to make sure the dislocated joint doesnt run up. All this as I was in semi conscious state. Awake and asleep constantly through out. Still give me the jitters when I think about this painful moments.
The so called best part of it came, I think, at around 5am. I was given a sponge bath by 2 nurses. yahoo. Haha. Giler eh. But that time I was in too much pain. I still remember the nurses. 1 was a filipino while the other was a singaporean. Her name was nurse siti maisarah. ahaha, my favourite nurse in the ward ;P That first bath though was traumatic for the the filipino kept forgeting I was in pain and the tenyeh punya tenyeh the sponge on me...AH!!!!
Finally morning came. The doctor came over and explained what I had been through and they were still waiting for. I had a fractured right scapula, posterior right hip dislocation and multiple abrasions across my back.
People came and people went as the visits poured in over the next 14days!! Yes I was warded for 14days and in Complete Rest In Bed mode a.k.a CRIB. So i was not allowed to leave my bed for that same period. No wonder I got bed sores. And during this time too The doctor found out I had a tear in my right knee ligament, either a PCL or ACL. Which is finally known now as a small tear in the PCL and of which I have still to be treated for. Bleargh.
During this time too, a metal plating had been inserted to mend my shoulder. All 6 inches long of the metal. And it creates a permenant 6 inch scar as well...
All along, some one was beside me all the way. She stayed as much as she could as she was leaving for OZ on the 14th. It was a great 10 days to be honest. We were suddenly closer again. No more small quarrels, no small disagreements, just plain bliss for the 10days that we had.
-siGh-
For that I must really thank you for having been at my side in my darkest hour. I will never forget that and I will always appriciate it.
Oh...how could I not mention about what happened to my bike. Let you all see what happen la.
It broke into 2 pieces. Imagine that. The taxi hit me at such a speed that the metal body frame can brake!!!
And so that was my painful experience of July 2005. Started from the 4th of July where I gained my so called independance. It was this fateful day at approximately this time last year when it happened. For I still have yet to move on properly from this event in my life. Its more of an excuse now then a reason.
For it was that fateful day.
