Too much multi-tasking amidst anemic symptoms sent me bleeding to the ER. Two surgeons hovered over me. "Fifty-two," said one to the other. And the stitching began. I gleaned my week's best through sutures, anesthesia and an anti-tetanus shot.
i. It was fifty-two, not fifty-three stitches or more. I'd take that and be thankful.
ii. The presence of a friend. So much for independence and pride in doing things single-handedly. I mean going through all that alone was possible, but someone to whom you can say ouch without worrying how you look is comfort I wouldn't exchange for anything that week.
iii. Making it to work the next evening and onward. Thank God for antibiotics and painkillers I was back in the lecture hall the next evening poise intact.
iv. Learning questions. The interview (at the hospital) made me review my lifestyle. Do you smoke? - once in a blue moon, drink? - just the occasional martini, etc.... and then I had to chuckle at, "are you sure nobody hit you?"
v. Good-natured neighbors and colleagues. Half my face was swollen and numb, right eye was a red grape I know I look awful I should lock myself up but I had to work and those who were unfortunately subjected to the sight of me kept it civil. The Australian guy who hangs out at the corner shop where I pass by to work was the first to greet me merry Christmas after asking what happened.
It was indeed Christmas, black eye or not. And although I was working on the 24th til the 25th, it was up to me how to tweak traditional celebrations and celebrate the season. I'm glad I had that option. Here's to an even more rocking 2012!