cast a vote--- i am the winner.

After my grandmothers died, I have not had the chance to talk to old ladies.
Talking to them is an art. There was not much to talk about in the ward.
Except this topic. It was recycled again and again.

"Who was the most miserable person in this section?"

It was not ranked according to the doctors' decision or nurses' treatment. The ladies had their only reasons to rank.

My session had five old ladies, (one with Alzheimer's). The four rather healthy ladies started to talk about their situation.

One had her knee cap broken.
One had her right lower limb broken.
Another one had some kind of problem with her legs.
Another some kind of problem, but I had no idea what it was.

Then here it went.
(I was reading something, so I did not take much attention to their conversation.)

"The young sister over there, you must be the most misterable person."

"Me?"
I just smiled and said nothing. (You know, to play safe, it was better not to speak too much.)

"You ran into the same bad luck as I did. Blah blah..." another old lady.

So the competition went on. Three ladies ranked me as the person with bad luck. The lady who broke her knee cap insisted she was the one.

I tried to resist that. You know, the four old ladies were running into a fierce argument.

It's better to close my eyes, ears and sleep.

one only

One the first night, friends flocked in after work.

It was a rather shocking news, for them and myself.

"Where is your left foot?"
This was the first question they asked even though they arrived at different time.
Just to make sure.

I had my left leg hide beneath the blanket. My right sat on the plaster support.

I had the bimallueor broken on the right (Two pieces were broken.). Most of them heard that I had both legs broken. So that sound awfully terrible. When they came and saw me, they were in great relief.

Me, too.

By God's grace, just one only.

waiting

I was accepted to the "Trauma" list.
Actually there is nothing much to do, except staying in bed.
I learnt how to live on the 4 X 6 feet space.
All human basic needs were fulfilled within that space and a public area.
To be very honest. I did not get used to complete my basic life cycle within that space, however I had no choice.
To eat in a public area, was ok.
To sleep in a public area with strangers, was not very ok.
To vee and poo in a public space, was extremely not ok. Especially when the workladies and nurses forgot to pull the curtains, it was terribly not ok.
I was so stressed out that all my normal cycles were broken.

Let it be.