Hands and Feet

We all use our hands and feet daily. In the recent weeks, I’ve been thinking about my hands and feet, how I’ve used them intensely without even thinking about it. When I need to get to another place, I need to use my feet, and when I need to pour a cup of water, or eat, or even shake hands with other people, my hands comes into play.

I may have taken them for granted until I got an injury to both my hands and feet. My hands had some nerve damage about a month back when I tried to open a really tight bottle cap for my mum; a Fanta 1.5 litre bottle. Those bottles are one of the tightest caps that I’ve ever opened and when both my hands failed to open the bottle cap, I lost strength off them. I was eating my dinner at that time and I couldn’t even use my chopsticks which fell right out of my hands. Ever since then I haven’t been able to do things that requires fine motor skills like opening a sweet wrapper and even carry heavy stuffs which requires a lot of arm strength which in turn after using a burst of strength, I lose all my strength in my hands and I cannot do anything with my hands for quite a long while. That was pretty disastrous as I couldn’t do a lot of things that requires my hands.

And for my legs, I got the injury during my army training. when I was 10 weeks into the specialist course (which I get my 3 stripes at the end of 6 months) I incurred a stress fracture on both my shins. At first I didn’t know it was a stress fracture or if it had anything to do with my bones and assumed that I had pull a muscle somewhere on my leg as it was painful whenever I ran. Soon after it worsened and climbing stairs was painful. I even woke up in the middle of the night due to the pain that came on and off from my shins. So long story short, I didn’t give up my stripes for my injury and by the time I graduated as a sergeant, my injury had worsen. Till this day from 2 years ago, I still have that injury and I cannot run or carry heavy weight. It doesn’t seem to heal.

After that injury, I became more thoughtful of what I carry and giving second thoughts to running (e.g. for the bus). It’s quite scary to think that I cannot do things with my hands or with my feet. Don’t you think so?


What Links to Rain?

It was raining this afternoon and there was a gloomy sense around the atmosphere for me.

I tend to link rain with sadness, emotions (the sad ones) and hopelessness. The skies darken and the rain’s pouring, bringing me back to the days of army. When I was out in the field (or as we call it ‘outfield’) the rain was one of our dreaded enemies. I always seemed to prefer the sun and the blazing heat rather than being soaked wet from head to toe in the rain.

The rain made the ground wet and slippery, the soil became muddy and sticky and disguisting, everything would be wet and cold; ultimately, a wet pair of socks and underwear just spells instant negative mood. And worst of all, things still continue as normal in the rain; I have to lie on the wet and muddy ground, doing maneuvers until my whole uniform becomes brown.

I still remember my first field camp being 5 days and 4 nights long which rained for 3 days. It was horrible to live in the rain without a shelter (or rather sometimes my shelter just got destroyed some way or another and sometimes i just don’t have one).

I’m really thankful that I’m at home in the shelter as it really is tough to live a life without a roof over your head. Would a roof over my head be something that I’ve taken for granted? I do think so, and many a times too.