did I say that with one swelling foot I visited the night market of Medan old chinatown? yup…the story will come shortly after, but not so cute snapshots will shortly follow..

gosh, i hope the sole reason why i squeezed in a visit to Medan on that weekend really comes true…to make this bandage, and the X-ray, and the 3 day off work really worth it…(hey, did i tell you that this is my first X-ray, ever? not so cool, hm? first X-ray after more than a quarter of century living, just because of a sprained foot on a *damn* rare long weekend…?)

that’s a lot of "ouch…." and "aua…." and "aduh…." 

 

 

 kaki gendut

big foot monster….(colorful, hm?)

What is interesting is also different ways people "interpret" the causes of the incident…First thing, of course, "Did you fall?"

When I was limping away from the crowd of Medan chinatown, waiting for my photo enthusiast partner to finish clicking his camera, a middle aged guy standing next to me remarked on the fact that I was limping, and asked, "Did you hurt yourself while pratising?"  Slighlty bewildered, I asked, "Practising?" "Yes, karate? tae kwon do? you know, martial arts?" ah….gosh…well, I wish it was that ‘heroic’, but can anyone say that I look like someone who is practising martial arts?? (well, good though, it means those street guys would need to thing twice before buggering me around…emoticon  )

When I was back in BA, guess what…"Did you wear high heels?" Gosh, as if I would ever wear high heels on an outing, and hey..!! I’m not that clumsy anyway with high heels. 

Unfortunately the real version of the incident is far removed from any stoic, heroic or sporty background.  it was even far from being dramatic.  i did not even fall.

nope, nothing in the scene related to stoically trying to draw myself proud and confident up from a puddle on the street, or from a menacing becak that had just knocked me off my balance…NO NO NO…i simply took a wrong step, on an uneven part of the street, and sprained my foot. full stop.  not dramatic. simple. painfull.  was painfull. has been painfull. still painfull.

and feeling stupid and clumsy did nothing to help me feel better. and also being impatient.  I enjoy to be lazy, and not to have the obligation to move around to much…only when it is an optional choice.  When I have to ‘not to move around too much’, when I have to adopt being ‘lazy’, oow…I figured that I did not like it too much. gosh, you never know what you’ve got till it’s *temporarily* gone…how true….(the insident was NOT dramatic, but there’s is nothing to stop me making it a dramatic ‘aftermath’, right emoticon )

so here I am, limping along like an injured cat…oye..oye…. 

Medan, August 10, 2007 - Banda Aceh, August 16, 2007