Thesis, Football, a Couple of Black Toes, and Memories of a Jellyfish Encounter
It's been a while since I updated this blog. Not that I've completely ditched it or anything, it's just that I've been pretty busy lately with the thesis deadline approaching and... well... my supervisor's been getting on my nerves with her unnecessary assignments and constant interfering with my thesis. Grrr...
Anyway, good news is that she's currently in the US attending a conference, so that gives me time to take a mini-breather.
With the World Cup just round the corner, football fever's been pitching unusually high (been playing football a lot recently and participated in a mini inter-OCF competition over the weekend). I played 2 games, losing marginally in both, lol, but it was great fun anyway. The not-so-fun part though, is that I ended up with a couple of black toes (one on each foot) in the process.
(My right foot looks a little more horrible than this one, so I've decided not to post a pic of it)
Being a relatively inexperienced med student exposed to all kinds of horrific diseases through graphical lecture notes and textbooks, I couldn't help but fear the worst for my toes.
Could it be gangrene? Could my entire toe become infected, turn black and drop off? Would I consequently suffer septicaemia and, in a worst case scenario, die as a result?
Thankfully, my doctor had better news for me. According to him, it was nothing more than a mere case of blood blisters which, although he admitted looked hideous, was completely harmless and would go away in a matter of months.
Phew, at least that's given me some peace of mind to concentrate on my work ahead. It's also reminded me of the time I once got stung on the wrist by a jellyfish in Penang.
Because we were on a secluded beach, my friends and I had no choice but to run to a nearby bunch of campers to seek help. To my horror, one of the campers took a glance at my hand and immediately exclaimed "WAHLAO!! JELLYFISH STING AH!! BETTER ASK YOUR FRIEND PISS ON YOU, OTHERWISE YOUR WHOLE HAND TURN BLACK AH!!"
(Whole hand turn black? But I thought I just got stung on the wrist?)
Nevertheless, with my hand feeling increasingly stinging and burning, this was how I pictured his horrifying words in my head:
"My God," I thought, becoming a little desperate and panicky. Suddy, my friend, offered to do the piss job, but consequently had difficulty aiming. In the end, I was compelled to do it by myself (sheesh).
I guess the piss did the trick afterall, since my hand is as good as ever and has never once turned black (obviously though, this doesn't mean I'm planning to piss on my toes to reverse the blood blisters!).
Anyway, good news is that she's currently in the US attending a conference, so that gives me time to take a mini-breather.
With the World Cup just round the corner, football fever's been pitching unusually high (been playing football a lot recently and participated in a mini inter-OCF competition over the weekend). I played 2 games, losing marginally in both, lol, but it was great fun anyway. The not-so-fun part though, is that I ended up with a couple of black toes (one on each foot) in the process.
(My right foot looks a little more horrible than this one, so I've decided not to post a pic of it)
Being a relatively inexperienced med student exposed to all kinds of horrific diseases through graphical lecture notes and textbooks, I couldn't help but fear the worst for my toes.
Could it be gangrene? Could my entire toe become infected, turn black and drop off? Would I consequently suffer septicaemia and, in a worst case scenario, die as a result?
Thankfully, my doctor had better news for me. According to him, it was nothing more than a mere case of blood blisters which, although he admitted looked hideous, was completely harmless and would go away in a matter of months.
Phew, at least that's given me some peace of mind to concentrate on my work ahead. It's also reminded me of the time I once got stung on the wrist by a jellyfish in Penang.
Because we were on a secluded beach, my friends and I had no choice but to run to a nearby bunch of campers to seek help. To my horror, one of the campers took a glance at my hand and immediately exclaimed "WAHLAO!! JELLYFISH STING AH!! BETTER ASK YOUR FRIEND PISS ON YOU, OTHERWISE YOUR WHOLE HAND TURN BLACK AH!!"
(Whole hand turn black? But I thought I just got stung on the wrist?)
Nevertheless, with my hand feeling increasingly stinging and burning, this was how I pictured his horrifying words in my head:
"My God," I thought, becoming a little desperate and panicky. Suddy, my friend, offered to do the piss job, but consequently had difficulty aiming. In the end, I was compelled to do it by myself (sheesh).
I guess the piss did the trick afterall, since my hand is as good as ever and has never once turned black (obviously though, this doesn't mean I'm planning to piss on my toes to reverse the blood blisters!).
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