went for my 3rd review
each review was examined by different doc
and the results, i suppose, is good

it was 90% healed and the doc allows me to take off my cast
and get me a removable - splint, so that i can take it out to wash my leg!
( 2 mths of dirt have been living happily at my feet ...stinks!)

BYE BYE elmo!
the saw-ing process was fast though the feeling was gruesome!
mum and jamie got chase out of the room and not allowed to view the execution
the "saw" was a round-blade pizza-look-alike-cutter
but its sound is horrifying.
is equivalent to the sound of its ancestor - the long bulky SAW

the man who bandaged my leg was back at my service
he still remembers me but he looks so serious
no talks and no smile
only commanded me to lie side-ways

he sawed the 2 sides of my cast while i held tightly to the pillow-case
out of curioiusity, i peeped once at my leg and that's it!
i couldn't bring myself to do it twice
coz i caught the sight of half the saw above the cast..
and i can still remember clearly of feeling something poking at my skin twice. . .

after the sawing is done
*phew*
he pryed opened the cast aprt and cut the layers of cotton wool
and i finally got to see my leg

feeling was like seeing your long-lost treasure??!!haha...
but felt abit downhearted because i can see my leg turning into those of an africans
it's so skinny that it looks weird 
the leg looks so unfamiliar to me
that i even wondered if that's really my leg?

however, the feeling of the wind brushing against my leg feels real good
i can really understand what pple always means by
"one only treasures it after one had losen it"

i mean without this accident, i don't think i will really take a good look at my leg
have you ever sit down and look at your leg for 10sec?
- no i have not; but i will now!
they are so important to us
they are the ones who bring us to the places we want to go
but we always belittle of them
(haha..i feel like doing some advertising show...)
bottom of the line: PLS PAY SOME ATTENTION TO YOUR LEGs!

and get ready to take a look at this hero of mine!

 

because i'm still not allowed to put any pressure on the ankle
the doc had given me a removable support called SPLINT

which looks so much like a sandals to me...