When pain is describable (continued)
At that very moment, it felt bitter. I did not see it coming. Although I know i should have expected it, I was unprepared.
And now… I’m going through it, but the bitterness was long gone… only to be replaced with sourness. I loathe every bit of it because it is distastefully disturbing.
Ever notice that when the moment you hear hurtful things about you, all you can do was just stone and only after that when your mind starts to wonder why you have heard all those things, the pain was more intense?
Ever heard your partner asked for a break, all you can do at that moment is to ponder what ways you can mend the relationship back together and by the time you know it was truly over, you felt the most pain?
Today, I understand the feeling of pain. In my case, it was trivial. Nonetheless, the whole event of pain strike was still there. Not too traumatic yet for me to say it was “undescribable”.
Here, i should begin… “Long finger nails and volleyballers don’t come together.” For crying out loud, i think any games involving possible body contact should not even have players with long finger nails. The old scar, once described by my GP that it must have been a failed attempted suicide. Just grrrrreeeeat. Now I am much more of a loser, I’ve got TWO “failed suicide attempt”.
Ash-whole (sic)
When i mentioned “bloody hell!” i certainly meant it with full expression of agony. When my team mate accidentally scratched my wrist, the wound just bled profusely like as if i had a tank of blood embedded under my arm. BUT… there was not any pinch of pain at all. It was just. plain. BLOODY.
Then, home time. I went to shower. Never prepared myself for the most sour pain for the week. It hurt so much I thought my arm was in a HELL dimension. It was noxious from physical to mental.
I am not annoyed by my team mate who scratched me. Like I’ve said, when the “hurting process” is going on, pain is always almost insignificant. I am just so totally annoyed by the immobility of my wrist for the next few days and agonizing showers ahead. And of course, annoyed for had painfully playing so hard and yet… so so so so so SOOO close to beating the Glasgow Uni team. Oh well, better luck next time. Afterall, everything was for good game.