July 12, 2011
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Doors don’t Slam in Hong Kong
They all have a slow way of closing that exasperates me when i need to lock the door quickly. “Slow down,” it chides me, “The world will still run.” I tried to slam the taxi door as i headed into the clinic. It wouldn’t slam. I slipped last night, falling on a wet patch as I exited the shower. it would have been a “fine, pick yourself up” fall except there was a step and my back/side landed on it. I got myself into bed and slept, scared to find out how bad it was.
Pretty bad. Especially at first. I got out of bed and almost fainted from the pain. I didn’t know in what position I would feel fine and when i would have a searing pain course through my side and down my leg. Worse still was the large question mark of if I was making it worse or if it would be permanent. I made my way down to breakfast and everyone’s kindness drew tears that I blinked away–I didn’t want to miss anything.
The doctor at the clinic said it was probably a bruised rib–perhaps fractured, but not badly. Nothing was broken, and nothing could be done about it unless the pain got worse and then they would take xrays. Now it is just getting used to the pain and hoping it heals quickly. Figuring out what I can and can’t do. “Can I dance?” I asked, for what is supercamp without dancing? “Yes, just no heavy lifting.” Check. Got it. I got my meds (one green one a day, and up to 8 white ones…ohhhhh) and left. The door wouldn’t slam.
