Status: SO SO SO BORED!

5 days being confined in my room is no joke. It really takes a toll on you when all you can do is sleep, change ice pack, carry your knee to a softer side of the bed, sms. On and on this process repeats itself..

The whole surgery involved drilling in just 2 screws into my knee to secure the graft, whereas my jaw had 60 over metals parts to secure itself. I feel that I should give more delicate care to my knee.

This surgery definitely has not been easy at all, puked anything I consumed on my first and second day. I needed the nurse help to get dress when I was discharged. Wheelchaired from point A to B. Being escorted EVERYWHERE I wanted to hop.

But life was better today, Chelsea, Auntie, girlfriend and McSpicy all came over to keep me company. It is really scary how loneliness can strike you so hard, you find yourself falling slowly into a depression every hour of the day. Thank goodness for all the 4 of you, made my recovery less torturous.

It is days like these where I truly sympathies my grandparents. When they are forced to stay at home, feel as though they are a burden to others whenever a chore needs to be done, being less mobile.

A lesson learnt.

Note to self:
1)Never frown when they ask for help, smile

2)Sit down with them and ask them how is their day