Bleed

Today is any "down" day. Why? I almost had a stitch on my right hand, had the cut been deeper. I shall let the pictures do the thousand words explanation.

There was no blood at first, just a dent mark. I gave it a rub and went on to do my work. Then, this happened:



The blood didn't stop oozing out even after I've applied pressure on the wound.


I was sent into a state of panic while I tried searching high and low for a piece of plaster or anything that I can get to cover up the wound until I see a doctor.

I rushed myself to the polyclinic since no one in the family actually cares whether I'm alive or dead, especially so after the quarrel. The nurse at the polyclinic got a shock when she saw my wound so she wrote a note to the counter staff to let me see the doctor first.

I had to wait for an hour since it was 1 pm and the doctors are all out for lunch. Fortunately, when I finally saw the doctor, he examined the cut and said that the bleeding stopped and that I was lucky because if the cut were a little deeper, he'd need to do a stitch on it but it also means that for the next few days, I'd have to clean the wound thoroughly and apply antibiotic cream everyday until it completely heals.


Somehow, I can feel this dark aura coming at me, signaling the start of something sinister this new year. As I was reading "The hounds of the Baskervilles" by Sir Authur Conan Doyle, this phrase seems to stick to my mind like glue and is repaeting itself like a spoilt radio when my skull is free of thoughts.

"I am concious of myself of a weight at my heart and a feeling of impending danger - ever present danger, which is more terrible because I am unable to define it." - Dr Watson

Perhaps, I'm just thinking too much.