Well I don't really remember the exact quote but it sounds something like that. Yea I once had an accident but again my accident wasn't an accident. You may not get what I mean but just keep reading ok.
When I was in form 5, my school did a joint academic programme thing-y with RMC. We were supposed to exchange knowledge, like we had to teach them add maths and they had to do history for their parts. Well our schools niche subjects are those so the teachers thought why not? The programme was for a week. In the evening when there were no slots and we were free, the schools let us do some outdoor activities. Rmc has kayaks, bikes and everything and I was pumped up to try them. Did kayak on the first day, cycling on the second.
Cycling. It had been a year since I moved to a new home and I didn't bring my bicycle there because it was taking too much space so my mum just nah. Cycling was a fun thing to do and after about a year or something that I didn't get to ride a bike, I thought 'This is it, this is the time to finally just breathe and spread your wing'. The first few seconds of the ride was yea ok ok because the road was flat and then the next course-
Everything happened too fast. We were riding on a steep hill and I couldn't control the speed. It was getting faster and faster by seconds. I wanted to stop I really did but I couldn't just brake suddenly and my legs were a few inches too short for me to actually reach and step on the ground. Mind you, these seats on the bikes were levelled for a male's heights. It was my fault for ignoring it anyway (I did try adjusting the height but it was too tight). So things happened. I was left with no choice but to brake and that was what I did. I instantly hit the corner of the road, there's like a high wall there, and came off flying fwoosh.
I didn't lose consciousness, if anything I was really aware of what had happened. Picked up my glasses and and thought it was fine but one of the frames had it glasses shattered and I was like, um bummer. I tore my t-shirt and my pants on the knee, blood was everywhere on me, my friends were circling me, everyone was shocked but I felt nothing. I felt numb, which Alhamdulilah I thank God because can you just imagine the pain.
So they took me to a healthcare centre there, nope, not a hospital or even a real clinic and had 9 stitches done under my left eye. Fragments of the glasses did get into my cuts. I can't really describe it well so here are some pictures.
What you see is only 20% of the whole wounds/ cuts and those bloody stuffs. I scraped almost my whole right shoulder. Once I wore a long sleeve clothes and I slept on it, my right hand. The wound was still wet when I fell asleep so later when I woke up, it had already dried up and my sleeve was stuck onto it. Me, myself had to pull the sleeve away, pulling along the already dried up scab because my mum couldn't bring herself to do it. She looked away the whole time I was crying in pain and bleeding. It was like being sadistic to yourself or is it masochistic? Other than that, I have a really huge scar on my left hand and I can't wear accessories there because it will attract attention. Many people were curious when they saw the scar but I just nah accident.
Yea so that was fun. I don't want to tell the whole stuff because this post is already this long and my blog will look messy. In the end, I don't know what's the reason behind this accident and when I stated that my 'accident wasn't an accident' I don't mean anything by it, it's just a clickbait phrase. But I'm sure He was telling me something but I'm too dumb to figure out anything.
Ah life.
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