SMU CSP Red Cross Project “I Can!” (Camp Day 4): Humpty Dumpty had a great fall

(This is Part 5 of a series of blog entries regarding the SMU CSP Red Cross Project “I Can!” Journey camp which I attended. As the blog entries were stitched together from bits and pieces I had written during the camp on my iPod Touch, and I had to rush the entries out before going for the next camp tomorrow, I had to be straight to the point. Hence these blog entries will not be as interesting as intended, and served only to remind myself of the events during the camp.

To visit the other entries, check out Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 , and Part 4.)

Sadly I had to return home slightly earlier from the very enjoyable SMU Red Cross journey camp due to a little accident.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the king’s horses,
And all the king’s men,
Couldn’t put Humpty together again.

While piggybacking Linda during the piggyback relay, I leaned forward too much and fell forward. The next thing I could remember was me looking at the floor with drops and drops of blood and a huge pain on my entire lower jaws. I remembered kept asking Linda if she was alright, feeling very guilty that it was my clumsiness that resulted in the fall and I must have frightened her badly. She did told me this was the first time she was piggybacked, and sending her maiden-piggyback voyage crashing into the floor is the worst thing that I could have done. I think I was then assured that Linda was alright by somebody, but I can’t remember it exactly well. Then, my mind woke up and I start panicking. “Where did the blood come from? Where was I cut?” I remember asking, although not sure whether I was asking it aloud or in my mind. I was helped to the toilet to wash the blood from the wound, and that was when the pain increase and I began to feel very light headed. I lost my ability to stand, sat on the floor of the toilet, and went into lala land.

I ears hear static. My eyes see static. Then I was suddenly rudely awoke from my nice nap. There was this strange sensation when the static noise and vision start to resolve into something, and I felt as though I have just woke up from a normal sleep. I began to doubt the reality of what happened as everything felt like a dream. I asked again if Linda was alright and was once again assured she was. Then I was helped to the SMU clinic to receive my FREE medical treatment. On the way, I also remember asking those guys if all my teeth are intact and I was assured so. I felt so relieved.

By the time I reach the concourse area under the library, almost all my vision are restored and I started joking with Gary and the 2 guys holding me. At the clinic Dr Chew suggested stitching my cut and I asked if it was painful. He assured me I won’t feel it, but I replied that I would have to look at him stitch me. Then, he abruptly suggest the use of Tissue glue to put me out of my fear (I was still feeling pretty shocked and afraid at that time, perhaps fooling around with the 2 person who held me was my self-defense mechanism to put my mind at ease). I was then discharged and told to return on Monday to change the dressing. And yippy! MC until Monday! Good reason to skip FTB. But then, Amanda, the faci of my FTB group, now still keep trying to push me to go for the FTB..

I returned to the group to attend some briefing, and then we returned to to our sleeping room when we had a nice round of Bluff! I thought I was going to win early, because I was the first to be left with one card, but others still won because really trying to win with one card is a patience game and dependent entirely on luck. I could also win by bluffing my card while the center pile was huge, but that move was too risky. It was really a boring way to win a card game and I decided to do something different. Thinking through, I began to pick up many complete sets of cards (8 cards of the same number) and then to whack them into the pile one by one. No one dared to doubt my declaration of what those cards were, and with some deceit I won while having the most number of cards in hand compared to the rest of the remaining players. However, the side effect of this method which I overlooked while devising it during the game was that no one else dare to call a bluff, hence making the game more boring after I won. Oops.. Sorry.

Anyway, the success of this impromptu method made me laugh so hard that my bleeding started again, and by 3pm my dressing was like a a sanitary pad on the first day of women’s period. Unfortunately, because it was a Saturday, the SMU clinic had closed and none of the SMU group of clinics where I could get medical help for free were opened, so I had to leave the camp early to visit a 24 hours clinic near my house to change the dressing.

Still having some difficulty chewing (lower jaws still damn pain), while my cut like no pain one, pain in my left knee cap, my couple ring slightly flattened on one side, and I have no idea how to wash my hair or face without wetting the non-waterproof dressing…

To conclude, the camp was pretty fun, in fact the most meaningful and fun camp I’ve been to for ages. The people were great, and the facis were wonderful. Looking forward to seeing these camp mates again when school starts, and hope everyone stay happy and funky.

Once again apologize to Linda for scaring her, heard she cried.. (OOPS)

I wear pampers on my face!

Kudos to all the facis and ex-co for putting together such a fantastic camp!