Comeback

So, I've avoided writing more than I have to the past few weeks, since I'm typing with one hand.. but now I'm in the mood again I guess I should bring you guys up to speed as to what I've been up to tho. :)

After spending an additional 10 days with F, which were wonderful despite the arm, I embarked on the long journey home to KL on 28th Feb.

This time was without a doubt the worst journey back. I found that I'd get depressed and cry easily when tired, hungry and off the painkillers for too long. Also, after this trip I knew it would be some time before F and I could see each other again. It's his final year and he doesn't have much time off.. and after my long medical leave and extended holiday, I doubt my office would approve another long stretch of leave... sigh.

I flew KLM, so from Stockholm there was a transit at Amsterdam before the long flight to KL. The Dutch airport staff were not very friendly, but I guess they've seen their share of dodgy characters, working in Schipol. Most other people were helpful and sympathetic, though.

When we touched down in KLIA and got out of the plane I started feeling the oppressive heat and humidity - something I definitely didn't miss. Dad and bro were there to pick me up. Was nice to see them again, though they were grumpy from the heat too and having to wait over an hour because my plane had arrived late. Headed home exhausted and withered from the heat, not even able to tie my own hair up properly, in a strange drugged world of my own.

Crazily, I went back to work on 2nd Mar, Thurs. My Southern gentleman boss (let's call him D) was still shocked to see physical evidence of my injury, but seemed glad I was back. Typing with one hand isn't as fast as with both though, and I can't really write longhand, as I broke my left arm, and I'm lefthanded.

On Friday I literally couldn't get up from bed in the morning, my whole body ached, so I had to tell D I would try to go in only after lunch. He told me to pull myself together and take care, and hoped he would see me later. That night after work, I went to get a new mattress, a long overdue purchase. F had suspected I didn't sleep so well due to my lumpy old bed.

Saturday, I went to see an orthopedic specialist in the nearest hospital, and was told that with a broken limb I was entitled to at least 6 weeks of leave! Was X-rayed, given more drugs and 4 weeks of leave, and rested for 3 before D called me and asked if I was up to going back to work, as they were shorthanded. Turns out 2 of my fellow writers had resigned.

During those 3 weeks, I stayed home mostly but met up still with me best mate A in the weekends. She kindly helped me to cut food that needed to be cut into bite sized pieces, a humbling experience, but shows what a good friend I have. :) Because I became so restless, I also started working on a new blue costume (yes, the purple velvet's complete). How do I make costumes when I can't even cut my own food? Well, since I have full mobility in my fingers, I could still make beaded fringe, so I popped by the haberdasheries in town to get the supplies of beads, sequins and appliques needed. It's turning out beautifully; I'm 3/4 done with the belt fringe. :)

Another thing.. my mom's taken up a teaching post in Guangdong, China. She left for China while I was in Sweden, so I haven't seen her in a while. She seems very happy there though, teaching English to A-Levels students - I'm really glad she's enjoying herself. :)

P/S: I watched Kung Fu Hustle for the first time in Sweden, surrounded by Swedes who chose the movie, didn't understand the language, yet enjoyed it. The surreal feeling I had then probably wasn't due to the drugs.