Before labour day

Today is labour day. I don't get the day off technically, but I do somehow because there is just nothing to do.

Well, I am glad for this break because I have had two days of unfortunate events for me.

One was on Saturday when I drove to Church and I scratched the car with the *tall* (actually, they were huge, imagine, they can scratch a car) shrubs on the side of the driveway.

Yes, the driveway of the house I am staying in.

I cannot tell you how traumatized I was when I also discovered that the side window was bent to the other side and it doesn't seem to be able to bend inwards as it usually does.

And so I still drove to church (um, don't ask me why I did that). My host mum was astounded by that as well.

Actually, as a matter of fact, I didn't realize the shrubs scratched the car until I reached Church and parked and happily got out of the car.

That would make sense, right?

Anyway, it was a false alarm. Oh, I mean the mirror part.

The scratches were real. They cannot be more real, I think.

But I was reassured that it would be done with no sweat. As to how much that would cost, I wouldn't know as yet.

All I know is, I had better start driving with more confidence or I can forget about ever earning a single penny.

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I said it was two days right? The second day was yesterday, Sunday.

On a very terribly unfortunate Sunday night.

The situation was very ironic. I was feeling a little cold (yes, just a little; I am sure I could have beared with it but I didn't!) and I decided I should get some warm water.

Amidst the darkness I walked down the stairs in my oversized Converse trackpants.

And of course, for the first time in a week, I slipped off in my oversized trackpants.

I fell off the flight of stairs and *tum tum tum* all the way down.

No, there was more than 3 steps. I think there are about 10 steps in all?

And I landed at the bottom...and moaned.

Painful? Of course.

But there was something else amidst the pain.

You know (in case you didn't know), I had a back injury for a while back.

For two years I was in rehabilitation with Chinese physicians/massage therapists just so that I can manage.

And now, a moment of "fally" (p/s: I made this word up) is all I need to get me to ground zero.

I set on the floor, speechless and still.

I was upset because this means that another two years would be lost...

And I think about the many aspirations and intentions that I had endeavoured to achieve; Well, I don't know if they were still possible.

...

I laid crying on my bed last night.

It was painful. Really painful.

My back hurt. And my left pinky hurt (I sprained it while I was trying to break my fall). Well, it is all coloured now. I wonder if it is glad.

Anyhow, I did realize something:

That I was still lucky because I landed on my butt and not fell on my head.

That I didn't break my hand (I haven't seen the doctor yet but I don't think I had).

And as I cried on my bed last night, I asked myself if I want to go home (so baby, right?)

No. I don't.

I still want to be where I am.

And I asked myself, would I have been more glad if I am very sick instead?

My initial answer was yes, but now I changed my mind.

I think I can't be more glad that it didn't turn out worse.

Although I must confess, I do realize that I had better be more careful because I know, the next time I fall like this again, it is definitely a Bon Voyage to home.