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Jun 19

First year at CUHK

I’ve wanted to summarize my first year at the Chinese University of Hong Kong ever since my summer holiday started, but never found the time to. But I guess I gotta stop procrastinating on this. So ta-da, here it is. Apologies about this delay.

1 year at CU…. I’d say it’s even more fruitful than all 3 years at Imperial College London added up…

I’m by no means undermining my Super Duper Gik Ong universitymates + CLC schoolmates over there in London. You all know how much I miss our times at 33 Palace Gate playing Mario Kart from sunset till sunrise; baking white chocolate + strawberry muffins; sitting around the table working on the V-show booklets; walking home at 2am from N9 night bus station on that slippery kensington high street under the endless drizzle; shopping for hot pot ingredients at China Town and Japan Centre; bumping into friends wandering around Sainsbury’s at 4am searching for discounted chocolate chip cookies… and the warm feeling that a vast majority of my friends actually live within 10 minutes walk from home.

but it’s the actual University life I’m talking about. The quality of time spent at the campus.

Don’t be misunderstood. I very much respect Imperial College London as a university, as much as any other alumni. I did not like skipping lectures like some other colleagues did. I enjoyed strolling across the Queen’s Lawn from Sherfield Building to Skempton building, each step brings about a soft grassy crackling sound with a mild fragrance of an overnight-rain-on-grass, as the reflection of the Queen’s tower comes to view onthe exterior of Sir Alex Flemming building. This routine now becomes walking downhill from Basic Medical Science Building to University KCR Station.

I was a committee member of the Chinese Society as well as Bioengineering Society back in IC, and I did play hockey for a while until practices clashed with Chinese society events. I participated in drama, hip hop and design in V Show’s throughout those 3 years. Nearly an identical clone of my responsibilities at CU – Executive Committee of Asian Medical Students’ Association and Softball ‘jong’, and softball university team.

but it is just different.

Back in IC, interpersonal relationships has been the one single hardest thing to tackle. There were countless moments when I felt indignant, frustrated, especially when it comes to Chinese Society. It may be just London or Chi Soc, but I convinced myself that university must have been a transition between the all-protective high school life and the merciless society. Fair enough, 3 years’ time to adapt to the brutal reality that the world out there is one consisting of bribery, hostility, politics — everybody thrive to be defensive in certain inappropriate ways. I learnt to be tough and do as the Romans do. A different side of me eventually developed. All I thought about before my every move were the consequences for my own good. Things seldom go my way and all I did was moaning– I should have done this or that. I was never ever happy with what I got since all I did was to compare.

After graduation I left for South America and Africa for a little break.

I commenced my CU studies with the same mentality as I did. But one thing shook me.

Life can be simple.

Forget about bribery. Forget about hostility. Forget about politics.

Surrounded by an inoffensive environment, on the contrary, I seem to be much more productive. Not only have I learnt a hell lot more academically, but my extra-curricular-activities are now more than just organizing parties, discos, chinese food fairs. It feels great to realize that I’m on my way to making an impact on the soceity, no matter how insignificant it may seem. This may be the seed to pure contentment — the peculiar feeling I’ve had: when little Angelica smiled at me at the Ecuadorean children’s clinic after her surgery; when Duma the cheetah purred while resting her head on my lap; when the African Bushmen laughed while forcing me to admit that I know Kung Fu just because I’m from Hong Kong. My mental well-being is enhanced by my lowered threshold to satisfaction. Still as ambitious as a Liyeung, but I also learn to pause once in a while, look back at what I already got and count my blessings – CUmedic2011, AMSA, CUHK Softball.

Thanks for reading my blabber. I can’t believe I’m still typing at 3am while I’ve been a walking zombie since 10pm.

Both schools shape me into what I am now.
Imperial College, Chinese University
IC-CU-LUCCI.
icculucci.

Some random school shots


pigtail day!


uh…


Health Exhibition


Med dance!


Med dance @High table dinner!


2011 @Shaw run!


Jimmy’s birthday party @Mc Donalds in suit (Right after poster SSM presentation)! We sure scared the guts out of all their customers!


dissecting mice embryos….


…then investigating under this powerful Leica microscope (i wish i had one at home…)


this is what I saw…


Yea. Histology lessons do get pretty boring from time to time…


Alex’s, Delon’s and my masterpiece!


My affair kuen kuen! (Snowy white guinea pig for our respiration experiment)


52 dishes of dim sum….. -_-  we couldn’t even see the person sitting opposite ourselves


Did anyone play my game at the medic carnival stall?


Med 1 Degree holders (4 are missing…)

SSM 1006… the winning team!!!


post- presentation celebration!


CUHK Softball… yet another winning team!!

The cup’s OURS!!!


We can do it!

Last but DEFINITELY NOT LEAST– AMSAHK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ooo.. I love this photo


Group 6 at East Asian Medical Students’ Conference!


Sympathetic trunk


AMSAHK @lucci’s

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Dec 31

Netter in Japanese

Heyheyhey
Check out what I’ve got myself from Japan….

P1110928

HAHAHAHAHA

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Apr 24

African snippets

A funny conversation I had with a british girl here:

Girl: So which school did you go to in the UK?
Me: Cheltenham Ladies’ College
Girl: OOOOOO-LA-LA~~~~~~~!!!!!!
Me: ….
Girl: THAT POSH SCHOOL!!!!!

wakakaka… yea, posh school, but not a posh graduate

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And it’s really funny how people from alllll over the world think that allll chinese people are born to be kung fu fighters. Staff at the clinic, kids from the orphanage, even the bushmen…. Once they know I’m a chinese they go excitedly ’Can you show me some kung fu????’ arghhhh you guys are watching way too many misleading hollywood movies….. One of the kids at the orphanage started calling me Bruce Lee…. -_-… I called him Jacky chan, then omg, you should really see that instant wide grin on his face, the way his face just lights up like the flick of a switch… It’s like an HONOUR to call him THAT name…. He was so happy… Then another kid said he wants to be Jet Li… everybody wants to be a Chinese…. Then I started writing them their Chinese names. They went CRAZY…. 20+ kids instantly crowd around me with some scrap paper (torn magazine/newspaper pieces; exercise book covers; lottery tickets; etc, any pieces of writing material they could find on the sandy ground outside the orphanage), yelling ‘write Benson!’ ‘write Jack!’ ‘how do u write Mike??’ ‘Cesar! Cesar!’ etc… after they got their chinese names they ask me to write countries… ‘Zambia’ ‘Zimbabwe’ (I hv no clue what their chinese names are so I just made it up) ‘China’, etc etc…….. I ended up spending 45 minutes crouching on that sandy ground writing…

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Taught some Science to some of the older kids at the orphanage… I looked at their textbook and saw the most bizzare thing I ever found on a textbook…. They have one whole module dedicated to Sexually Transmitted Disease, Then one of the exercises they got was ticking the activities which will spread STD’s… there are pictures of ppl shaking hands, hugging, kissing, and, yea, u guessed that, making love (under a duvet though). We couldn’t help laughing at it… Then one of the class discussion was ‘How to prevent the spread of STDs’ The kids sure know a hell lot, more than us even, one kid told us ‘You know how the name of the condom came from? It’s invented by a guy called John Condom’

We went speechless, then one of the volunteers said ‘You know what? I am John Condom’ The kids sure looked surprised…. did they really believe that the legendary John Condom is right in front of their eyes????

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Helped out at the Lab in the Clinic the other day. had to prepare sputum samples for tb investigation. What I did was to take all those Gooey Bloody Mucus taken from the patients’ throat, wipe them on microscopic slides, then stain them, then look under a microscope and count the number of TB bacillus to determine the patient’s tb state.

Right, I got plastic gloves and Lab coat alright, but they don’t have a mask, instead they have a fan facing the window so the bacteria from 90 slides of the 30 tb patients will be blown away (hopefully). Fingers crossed, I hope my TB Immunity from that BCG jab I had when I was in Primary school is still functioning properly, or else……………………………………………………….

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Apr 19

a little update from Zambia

I guess it’s about time I write an update…

So I’m still alive in Zambia, don’t worry. The clinic I work in here is in an even worse condition than the one I had in Ecuador… At least the Ecuadorean one was CLEAN…… Well, not that the staff are bad or anything, but they don’t use plastic gloves or masks! Omg… the first day I went I helped out at the Pharmacy to sort out their paracetamol and AcetylSalicylic acid pills. I asked for a plastic gloves, they looked at me in a wtf way, so I asked where I can wash my hands…. The toilet stinks like hell! No flush, no toilet roll, and with a smell of fermenting human manure… Spent another morning with the consultant. about 90% of the patients there had Malaria. It’s just like flu in our countries, very very common, and ppl are bound to catch it sometime in their life, and get well in about a week or two; yet Malaria sometimes sounds like an end-of-the-world disease in developed countries.

about 1 in 3 or 4 people in this country are HIV positive, and most of them have tuberculosis too. There’s a department completely devoted to TB patients (i.e. HIV – since they so often have them both together). It was actually very heartbreaking to see some little boys 8 or 9 years of age going in to get his medicine, yeah, long term ones, ones which they have to take for the rest of their life, if they could live long, that is; if their HIV positive status doesn’t cause him to have AIDS, that is…. I suddenly had an urge to cry when I saw all these that day at the clinic…. It’s really weird, I am usually very tough (yeah, excuse me, I really am) when it comes to situations like this, I didnt even had an intention to cry even in that Ecuador little girl incident (refer to my entries 4 months ago), but this time, somehow, it was really heartbreaking….

aiiii… oh well. But there really is a hell lot to learn from these people.

The other day I saw a man, walking in the street, his T-shirt reads:

I AM HIV-POSITIVE

in red, block letters.

At the back it reads:

BUT I LIVE A POSITIVE LIFE

People here are very very very understanding and accepting of HIV-positive ppl and even AIDS patients. They are not looked down upon.

This is so touching. Will this ever happen in SO-CALLED developed countries?

In the afternoon we usually spend time in an orphanage, kids there of all ages were orphaned since their parents died of AIDS.

The other day, we thought of playing that game of balloon-blasting with them (that game which we tie a balloon at our ankle then go around stepping and blasting each other’s balloon and whoever’s left with a balloon wins). We spent like 40 minutes blowing up and distributing the balloon, but just as we’re about the start the game, we saw the kids so happy with their precious new toy, a little boy simply walked towards me and go,

‘Lucci, let’s play!’

and played 1-on-1 volleyball with me with that balloon.

Then we realized that the game will be quite a trauma for them…. We give them something they really want then we ask them to destroy it???? they’ll definitely be traumatized!!!

These kids never take things for granted… And they appreciate every second we spend with them, every piece of little thing we give them

This trip really really is a valuable lesson in my life.

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Dec 16

厄瓜多爾小女孩

2005 12 16 星期五

兩天前發生了一件很奇妙的事﹐令我想了許多。整件事就像是那些會令 lilian 哭得像不見了 agnes b 手袋的電影情節一樣。

我工作的診所有兩個醫生和兩間診症室﹐正常情況下每間房會有一個醫生註守﹐我是其中一個的跟班。那天因為我的醫生有其他工作﹐所以診症室只剩下我一個應付預約前來的小朋友﹐為他們的醫療報告紀錄身高體重。

突然間一個阿毛衝進來﹐用超音速西班牙文對著我吼叫了一番。當時我正為一個小朋友磅重﹐加上長期在旁埋怨等得太久的父母們的咿咿哦哦﹐我完全聽不明白她在叫些甚麼。然後﹐在這一切雜亂的聲音之中﹐我聽到了一個小女孩的哭聲。

我尋找著哭聲的來源﹐走出了診症室。我看見一個小女孩穿著一件染滿血跡的 t-shirt﹐坐在長凳上哭個不停。在她的後腦有一個一寸長的傷口﹐血仍在泊泊而流。我問她的媽媽 (即是那個阿毛)發生了甚麼事﹐她像機關槍般發射了一連串西班牙文﹐聽得我一頭霧水。

我立即帶小女孩去找另一間診症室裡的女醫生﹐她叫我用 torundas 幫那小女孩清潔傷口。然後我的阿頭醫生也進來了。他檢查了傷口﹐和小女孩的媽媽說了幾句話便離開了。那個女醫生叫我用棉墊緊按住傷口直至止血。當血流得沒那麼驚人時﹐醫生便用 savalon 清洗小女孩的傷口﹐再為她注射了 10cc Buprex Ibuprofen

Muy bien,” 女醫生完成兩個小步驟後說了聲很好”﹐便打發那個母親坐到一旁按著小女孩的傷口﹐然後回頭便繼續她繁忙的一天。

Is that it?” 就這樣算了﹖我忍不住問。

Yes.”

玩我咩針都唔駛聯???!!! 個傷口成一寸有多呀大佬!!

“頭髮也不用剪?” 我問醫生。

“不用了﹐這樣就行了。”

我數星期前被一個可愛的棒球打中﹐嘴唇和牙肉每 2.5 毫米便縫了一針﹐現在疤痕尚在﹔一個在腦袋上的整整一寸長的傷口卻不用縫上半針?? 傷口在一個四歲的小孩子的後腦上看來更顯得加倍可怕﹐又深又長﹐血還未止

我望向她的媽媽﹐她也正在看著我。

我的醫療知識大概比那醫生落後幾公里 (或者幾光年)﹐而正在等候的小朋友亦越來越多﹐於是我便回到原來的診症室繼續工作。

你不會相信我見到了甚麼人。

我見到了厄瓜多爾小姐﹐如假包換從選美會燈燈燈凳選出來的那個。

被一群小孩子簇擁著在醫院內巡遊的厄瓜多爾小姐﹐實在胸前偉大。我確實不是有意將視線放在她那裡的﹐可是她不知是有意或無意地不停左搖右擺﹐兩團晃動的物體令我差點看不到她的臉。她應該剛從甚麼甚麼世界小姐選美會回來吧。

厄瓜多爾小姐以一副非常華麗並且嘈吵的姿態走進了隔壁的房間——醫生正在裡面診症、受傷的小女孩正在裡面休息的房間。有很多人跟在厄瓜多爾小姐後面﹐記者、保鑣、狗仔隊﹐相機的閃光燈閃個不停﹐醫院裡混亂極了。

那個小女孩響亮的哭聲再次傳到我耳中。當然啦﹐在你最需要休息和清新空氣的時候一班面目可怖的人打鑼打鼓地走到你面前﹐驚嚇程度可想而知。我的醫生立即從我們的房間走到隔壁﹐很英勇地叫那些人滾蛋﹐並叫那個媽媽抱小女孩到我們的房間。

我知道那些所謂名人經常會去親善訪問﹐在鏡頭面前扮成慈悲為懷的樣子﹐但事實上他們在醫院裡只是攪攪震冇幫襯﹐把周圍弄得一團糟﹐竟然還可以在大眾心目中贏得一個愛心大使的美名﹐救命。

混亂之中小女孩的媽媽掉了醫生給她的一瓶 Buprex Ibuprofen在地上﹐打破了。醫生有點生氣地責罵她﹐然後他們便吵了起來。那媽媽眼泛淚光﹐小女孩哭得更大聲了。

醫生離開了。那個媽媽也要聲不響地走了出去﹐剩下嚎哭的小女孩和我相對。

我現在應該做甚麼﹖我將所有我懂的西班牙詞彙都說了一遍﹐小女孩卻似乎沒有停止哭泣的打算。剛才的經歷大概太可怕了﹐現在媽媽又不在她身邊﹐只有一個陌生人在跟她不斷說“靚女你好嗎早晨這個賣多少錢芒果很好吃我很喜歡貓貓”…… 也夠令人沮喪的了。

我應該怎樣做﹖

我突然想起我隨身攜帶的相機﹐還有相機裡我在動物拯救中心拍下的照片。

我找到了一些美州虎,山獅,豹貓和美洲山貓的照片﹐遞給她看。慢慢地她靜了下來﹐想看看相機裡的究竟是甚麼東東。

“看﹗” 我叫道﹐”這是山獅~~”

她笑了。

簡直是我在那數星期裡聽過最動聽的聲音。

我又給她看了些其他照片﹐然後小女孩睡著了。我翻開了她的醫療記錄﹐她的全名是皮依卡珊天安希莉嘉瑪里亞。醫生很快便回來了﹐問我安希莉嘉的媽媽去了哪裡﹐我說我不知道﹐醫生聳了聳肩﹐我們便繼續工作。

一小時過後﹐我們聽到了一陣敲門聲。原來是安希莉嘉的媽媽喘著氣跑回來了﹐手裡緊緊握著一個小包包。

是一個小小的手術用針線包。

我呆了﹐無言以對。(我大多數時侯都是這副模樣)

醫生也不敢相信自己的眼睛。

我聽見他問安希莉嘉的媽媽是不是去了另一個城鎮買這些東西回來﹐因為我們身處的鄉村基本上一無所有。即是呢﹐她用了整整一個小時把一套小小的手術用針線買回來。我猜想是因為醫生不肯替安希莉嘉縫針﹐她的媽媽大概覺得如果她把針線買回來﹐醫生就會願意幫忙了。

背景音樂……唔該晒。

安希莉嘉醒了。她的媽媽懷抱著她﹐整個手術在媽媽的臂彎裡完成了。醫生先麻醉了安祖莉嘉﹐然後一面為她縫合傷口一面講解縫針和打結的步驟﹐我在旁邊幫忙抹走流出來的血。安希莉嘉全程都是清醒的。

終於都完成了。

我告訴安希莉嘉她是個非常勇敢的小女孩。

她轉過頭去﹐笑著對媽媽說﹕ “她給我看了貓貓﹗

她的媽媽也笑了﹐雖然她並不明白女兒在說甚麼。這個小秘密只有安希莉嘉和我知道。

醫生再拿了一瓶 Buprex Ibuprofen, 連同我寫的藥單給了她們。媽媽接過後﹐便抱著安祖莉嘉向門口走去。

她突然轉過身﹐走過來握住我的手﹐說﹕“多謝你。非常多謝你。”

悶壞了大家真不好意思。這個冗長的故事對你來說或者平平無奇﹐可是身在其中的震撼卻是無法言喻的。我覺得這件事令我明白了一點點東西……很難解釋哩﹐大家心照吧

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Nov 23

傷勢

好多謝大家既關心呀….. 我無事架….. 真係呢世人未收過咁多eprops+comments.. hehe… They are so sweet and they all mean a lot to me.. really :)

好啦﹐因為好多人都唔係好清楚我個傷勢﹐我嘗試用圖畫表達出黎:….

(Light Blue= Jaw Bone)

首先我俾波打中既地方就大約係上排牙偏右既位… 好明顯上顎骨就裂開左+爆咀唇。所以界爛埋牙肉同咀唇內邊。

由於個Impact 太大﹐成塊骨由外至內都裂開左﹐成塊碎骨連牙甩左出黎– 所以界爛埋下唇。其中一片碎片唔見左(可能仲o係球場架….) 打黃星隻牙斷埋根﹐所以有麻煩。

牙 醫做到既暫時就係聯好晒D針+將牙+骨嘗試推回原位…. 都好難100% 架啦…. 點都有少少凸出…. 用左D補粉將四隻門牙痴住暫時定一定位。之後呢幾日就好睇D骨有無connect 返。如果*touchwood* 無﹐就即係D骨已經死左﹐就連牙一齊剝走﹐配假牙….. 而且D架牙都會因位無骨support 而歪向上。
如果好好彩D骨合得返﹐就睇D牙有無死﹐死唔死都要箍牙….。斷根o個隻牙醫就話多數死左啦… 不過都可以碰碰運氣…. 死左﹐又係要配假牙…..

有無嚇親你地呢…. 我諗…. 最嚇親你地既會係一個月之後既我囉….. 一個月唔食得固體食物…… 唔知會瘦成點啦….

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Nov 20

傷盡佢

*WARNING – this entry is gonna be long. make sure you have the patience*

琴日練波﹐

好自豪咁同隊友講…. “聽日出發啦。我將會有六個禮拜休息….. hehehe…. 今日我唔怕出事….. 今日要傷盡佢!!!!!!”………………………………

…………………. 係咪做人真係應該小心D講野好呢….?

首先就係隻手掙﹐椗波既時候太用力﹐椗到我諗傷左muscle fibres/tendons

之後 take field 既時候﹐我要做Left Fielder, 接好多高波。頭十幾個都完全無問題﹐接得我好滿意﹐淨係椗返 second base 時手痛所以唔係好夠力…. (左外返二壘﹐點可以唔夠力架????!!!!!)

直至到某一球﹐仲好記得係要向center field 衝去接既。我已經走到去個波著陸既位﹐但係手套出得唔夠快…..

The next thing I saw was…. Blood spurting out from my mouth… non stop… 呢世人都未見過咁咁咁多血噴出黎﹐ 更不用提D血係由我個口度噴出黎…. 噴到bea bea 聲咁…. 一開始我都唔知D血係由邊度黎。口? 鼻? 眼? 面? 胃??? 心只係諗…. 今日係Halloween 咩??咁應節既?? 我完全無痛/驚既感覺﹐我都無諗過原來自己遇上呢D事係會咁冷靜….. 凈係感覺到有D野ling 下ling下….. 好似係牙+牙肉…. 又feel 到嘴唇爆開左… 我既 natural instinct 係即刻用手兜住D血… 萬一唔知甩左D乜都執得番… 不過D血完全兜唔晒…. 有幾個team mate 即刻衝過黎… 大家都好幫得手+好關心我。又睇下我個狀況﹐又幫我call 白車﹐又幫我沖水+敷冰+ 止血+扶我返dug out (雖然我唔暈又行得穩)…. 好感動呀。我真係真係真係十萬分感激你地!!! 我呢個醜相真係嚇親好多隊友…. 而又浪費左你地打波既時間…. 真係想o係度講聲好對唔住….

I love baseball. I love my team. I love all of u.

好 彩我隊波有兩個醫生﹐幫我做左D初期既診斷。佢地既工作態度真係好專業。直得表揚。之後醫生隊友Veron 倍左我上白車﹐去左聯合醫院急症。發現原來只係九點…. 原來我miss 左成個幾兩個鐘練習時間…. 唔開心 :( … 不過我累到Veron 都miss 埋…. 好過意唔去….

坐白車等既時候…. 我自拍左幾張相做紀念…. hehe… 不過實會引起觀眾不安架啦…. 所以無post 出黎。

o 係醫院等左好耐好耐…. 因為甩牙爆嘴唇唔係有性命危險既急症﹐所以要排好耐…. 又照左X 光… 由於公立醫院野晚無牙醫﹐我媽媽打左俾我睇開個牙醫… 佢原本同家人o係大埔渡假﹐但係都即刻趕返去個醫務所。所以之後媽媽車左我去旺角﹐文醫生醫務所。再照多左張詳盡D既X光﹐同一個徹低既check up,大致上我個情況係咁既…..

上唇有兩處由外至內爆裂﹐一定要聯針。
下唇有塊肉”片”開左﹐都要聯針。
牙… 就麻煩少少… 上顎牙骨破裂﹐上排四隻門牙鬆脫﹐其中一隻較嚴重﹐因為斷左牙根(doctor isn’t quite optimistic on that one)
右邊牙骨甩左塊骨…. 搵唔返
上排牙肉外+內已經爆開到一塊塊…. 一定一定要聯針 (好似切puzzle 咁)

牙醫同我講﹐o係牙科醫學上﹐呢D叫做嚴重創傷喎….

弟弟之後都由學校趕黎睇我。今次真係嚇得佢呆左… haha, 唔好意思呀小弟… 媽媽都應該好擔心﹐不過我諗佢見我咁冷靜都無乜野…  況且再嚴重既傷我都傷過。

打左十二支麻醉針….

牙醫用力將四隻牙推返原位﹐推左幾耐下﹐因為要推得perfectly 齊+對返下排牙﹐所以要慢慢黎+好有心機。之後用左D唔知乜將D牙四隻’痴’埋﹐定好位﹐等佢呢幾日自己recover 一下先。咁就唔洗用牙托。不過﹐都有個可能性係D牙第時會唔整齊。

由於嘴唇外部有爆裂﹐所以為左唔想我毀容﹐文醫生特登急call佢一個做cosmetic surgery 既醫生朋友黎。佢又真係即刻趕黎… 真係好感激杜醫生呀。

之後聯針﹐再打多兩支麻醉針….. 聯左好耐好耐…..

上唇聯左十一針
下唇聯左四針
牙肉加加埋埋聯左十幾二十針
(forgot, 因為一忽忽咁….)

合 共聯左三十幾四十針….. 真係第一次做咁耐既手術…. 而且我仲完全清醒﹐所以我係觀察著每一個步驟…. 睇住醫生幫自己聯針﹐其實幾得意﹐見D線係咁扯﹐又要打好多個結…. 成個手術過左好耐﹐其實到臨尾幾針既時候﹐麻醉藥已經開始散﹐所以都feel 到少少…. 不過﹐唔係好痛… 咬咀唇仲痛啦….

牙醫話﹐過幾日我要去導牙根﹐四隻都要﹐不過副作用就係D牙會變黑﹐但係到 時都可以有辦法補救﹐同埋有樣野肯定既就係D神經線已經死晒﹐而nerve fibres 係唔會自己 regenerate 既…. 所以我呢世四隻門牙都唔會有任何感覺架啦…. for the rest of my life。最右手邊既門牙由於斷左牙根﹐情況唔多樂觀﹐有可能會壞死+甩出黎。到時就無辦法啦一定要用假牙啦。同埋呢個禮拜都最好留o係香港﹐導完牙根就 走得。所以醫生話最好延遲一個禮拜….. 想喊﹐但係無辦法啦。

返到屋企有好多野要搞…. 改機票﹐改義工期﹐覆人messages…..

仲有好多藥要食。

成 個禮拜只可以食流質食物。當減肥啦。今日爸爸返屋企﹐買左燕窩俾我食﹐因為會加快細胞既復原…. 真係好開心. 不過要用飲管食…. 成個禮拜都要咁食野…. 因為嘴唇腫到成個豬咀咁﹐can’t move nor control it….. 所以要好似D病人插侯管咁﹐淨係用得飲管。

個南美州義工之旅由六個星期縮短到五個星期…. 其實唔多唔少都有D唔開心… 但係我相信呢個係上天既安排﹐可能今個星期如果我過左去會有更嚴重既事發生 *touch wood* ﹐而最重要既﹐係我深深體會到身邊既人有幾關心我。我屋企人﹐棒球隊友﹐香港朋友﹐英國朋友(當有msn時都特登打長途電話黎問候我…)。呢世人都未 試過一時間收到咁多咁sweet+touching+caring 既text…. 真係好開心﹐好想save 晒佢地…. 返到屋企﹐好多好好好朋友o係MSN 問候我﹐真係多謝你地呀…. 之後仲要多謝棒球隊友之後幫我清理善後(我知left field 果大灘血真係幾嚇人+核突…. 好似有人劈友咁)﹐幫我渣返架車返我屋企﹐仲話遲D請我食雪糕…. 嘻嘻嘻…. 愛死你地!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am terribly sorry to make you guys worried, I know that you all care, and I was, and still am, really touched + grateful about that. I will take good care of myself. Accidents do happen in sports! Should be thankful that I hurt a place that will not stop me from sports for the rest of my life… Imagine if my right hand is paralysed…. I will then find no meaning in my life anymore (No more baseball/wakeboard/drawing/piano/cello/guitar/everything…)

I’m now so looking forward to the trip next week. Don’t worry guys, I’m not going to let this accident affect my Quality of Life. I’m still going enjoy life at its best like I always used to!!!

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