11:25 - 03.09.05
there's always a first to everything. my first thought when he called was, "was he going to die?" i couldn't help it! i've read about other people and their accidents. never thought that it could happen to someone close to me. i imagined the doctor telling me that he has some terminal injury on his head and won't be well anytime soon. worse still, i imagined him to be in coma, unable to recognise me or even know what happened to him. all these thoughts raced through my head while i packed myself in the train like sardines to go to TTSH. but it turned out ok and quite.. errm.. cool? to see all those blood splattered on his shirt, jacket, pants and almost every other part. there's something very manly about it. like a cute rugby player getting his lips cut cos he plays rugby!! or something to that effect. :) in the end, we spent about 3 hours at the hospital and to top it all up, the friendly doctor offered a referral to the cosmetic surgeon. nip/tuck or extreme makeover for him? that'll be interesting. on a more serious note, one thing i was very sure of was that, whatever happens i'll be with him forehead or no forehead.