I started feeling uncomfortable when I woke up January 2, 2016. It was painful enough that I could barely grip the glass of water that I had. I told my aunt about the pain - considering she is a nurse she would know what to do. She gave me medicine and quite frankly it helped ease the pain.
That afternoon we went out with the family and I didn't quite enjoy what we were doing because the pain was getting intolerable. I decided to buy an elastic bandage to wrapped it around my wrist for immobilization. It helped.
I called my aunt and regrettably she couldn't accompany me because their car was being used by my uncle. I had to call my friend and I was blessed enough to be able to have him to the rescue. He accompanied me to Naseem Al Rabeeh Medical Clinic and it took us two hours there all in all. The experience was slightly terrifying because these medical practitioners were not as compassionate as what we have back in Philippines. For example during the x-ray, the radiologist knew where the pain was and obviously my wrist was swollen. She wasn't gentle enough to twist my wrist for the right angle for the x-ray and I was freaking out and crying because the pain was so unbearable. She did not even apologized.
This experience made me appreciate the use of both hands. It was difficult for me to undress and get dressed, to get myself a glass of water, to shower, to wash my face, and etc. A one hand play is not easy. It takes a lot of getting used to. I salute those who are handicapped and still managed to get on with their day to day life.
Signing off.