instead of having lessons for a whole week, i have doctors and pills.
so, the migraine kept me in-house for 4 days, seen doctor loo twice, given my usual painkillers, muscle relaxant, sleeping pills to help me sleep, then later new medication to help "close up" the expanded blood vessels and finally, injection to relief more pain.
all these left me goggy and drowsy and high on drugs, low in spirit and up-and-down in the desire for food. my days were in a mess.
came friday i was feeling much better and it was the school's sports day. it has not been for the last 3 years. all of us were present at the CCK sports complex. even though it's very near my place, i have my driver alex fecth me there.
of course they have allocated me the duty at the first aid booth with my other SJAB teachers and cadets. after setting up the booth, i went up to the grandstand to join my form teacher and class, supposedly to take attendance. both 4N2 and 4N3 added up together, there were only 5 kids! that is how irresponsible our students are. no regards for urgency and respect for others to be on time. S and I sat there, totally disappointed. she looked at the class list with 2 ticks and me busy messaging the kids to make sure they turn up. Slowly, more turn up. S L O W L Y. when they saw me and S, some didn't even bother to say hi or greet us, very rude.
then it's time for me to return to the first aid booth and that's when i caught one of my O levels art student who has "disappear" for a whole week of art remedials. When questioned, her stupid excuse of "i was sick" that did not accompained by any MC, except for her lying-eyes, just disgusted me. It made my blood boils when i looked at her and think that i'm slogging my time and health for such idiot?! that i was so stupid to offer her O levels Art?!!! the only words that came out from my mouth was "i am so so so so so disappointed in you". this is not the first time i said this to her. then i turned and walk down the grandstand.
while i'm at the lower section of the grandstand, i slipped and fell. i sat on the steps among the sec ones. they came asking if i'm ok. all i could do is to hold on to my right ankle, which hurts. i sat there for seconds, and told them i'm ok. then i stood up and was limping all the way down.
i became the first casualty of my own first aid booth.
before i could nurse my sore ankle back, more casualties came in. all because they did not do warm-up before they ran, or came without breakfast.
HOW STUPID ARE THESE KIDS???
then it became endless. 4 casualties have to be sent to the hospital. some have histories of what-ever-ever-should-not-be-running-at-all and yet they ran.
HOW IRRESPONSIBLE ARE THESE KIDS????
then i wondered how they have conducted the heats prior to this final event. how have they selected the kids? Speed should not be the only concern i hope. they should select kids that understood the importance of regular trainings and proper warm-up procedure before even taking part in any events!!!!
I AM SO ANGRY
the only consolation of the day is to see yongcun, cheekang and wilson dropping by to say hi. when they saw me limping around, they offered to send me home and waited till the whole sports day was over. it's a pretty good feeling to see your ex students who always come back to visit, and it's amazing how old you feel when your student, whom you used to scold and nag, is now a young adult, driving you home. :)
by mid-day, i hop into a cab and went to see a chinese doctor recommended by a friend. he is really very good. a few pressing here and there and he fix my sore ankle. no bandage, no medication needed. i am to go back to him when my migraine strike again.
then i hailed a cab to go home.
the day didn't end here.
a shinning new cab. as well as a new cabby, who is only familiar with the roads in Serangoon. (????) so i have to direct him the way, from West Coast to Choa Chu Kang. He kept repeating he is new, he is new, he is new that got me so frustrated that i'd asked to stop at Clementi instead and decided to take the MRT. it is not easy for me to take the train now as i have not stepped onto a train for a long time since i drove.
it is pretty scary. but i got home finally.
argh. what a day.
and a big painful blue balck on my back where i hit the steps left me pitying myself more.
reader k | 3/24/2007 10:36:00 AM |
