Fractured my arm

On the morning of Gugu's wedding, I accidentally fractured my right arm. Papa was trying to get me down the high stool after washing hands, but I refused, as usual. So he carried me down from the stool and I screamed, "Pain! Pain! Pain!" Then Papa realised my right arm was really in great pain. When Gugu had her ROM last Christmas, I also had an accident the night before. So coincidental?!


Well, the whole morning at Yeye's house was full of my whines, cries and mood swings. I would be a social butterfly that morning and fulfill my PR role if not for that fractured arm. After the tea ceremony, my worried parents, especially my guilty Papa (it's ok Papa, I don't blame you), rushed me to see a GP.


Thank God the GP was very pro. Told Papa and Mama what to look out for and explained that it could most likely be a "green stick fracture". Er....Not too sure about spelling of the term, but she meant that it's common for kids like me to suffer from such a fracture if I didn't fall from a height. A pull of the arm or leg could easily cause that, and as quickly as it occurred, it would go off quickly too. And true enough by the next morning, I was back to my nothing-can-stop-me-from-being-active mood.


Poor Papa, he suffered most. Hehehhee...internally, that is. He kept feeling bad because the last time I had to rush to hospital for an x-ray when I was about 9 months old, he also saw me falling down the bed and it happened in only mere split second when he turned his head around.

"Papa, don't feel bad ok? I'm healed by Jesus already! And His angels will watch over me too. I know you are trying your best, ya!?":*

In the afternoon, back at home. I was playing as usual. But was very delibrate in not using my injured arm.
Mama wanted to "test" if I was really ok. So she played nursery rhymes songs. And yes, I was dancing and singing like I always do, except, I didn't move my right arm. So my parents sort of know the pain was not that great.
Mama said, "Take photo!" So I leaned against Papa's guitar.

Uncle Jack and Gugu's wedding banquet

Last Friday was Uncle Jack and Gugu's Chinese traditional wedding. But I had a fracture in the morning before going over to Yeye's house. Sigh, will tell you in another post about this incident.

Here are some shots of the banquet only with unprofessional camera-woman (mainly my Mama). The morning session, well, of course, you can imagine Mama's hands were not so free to take pictures because she was busy handling the cranky whiny me. She was afraid that my whines would interfere with the videographer's filming that she constantly had to carry me away. Though I cried and whined, I still wanted to see the couple. Then it got worse when I just couldn't understand why Gugu and Uncle Jack couldn't play with me like they always do. So, I kept whining for their attention.

Anyway, the banquet was better, at least for my parents. I almost forgot about the pain on my arm but occasionally, would whine a bit if someone touched it. Actually, Papa and Mama thought my arm was better already. They noticed I just whined to people for them to sayang me. Hahahhaa...drama queen.

Thank God my arm is healed by Saturday! Praise God.

And here's wishing my dear Gugu and Uncle Jack a blissful marriage. I pray that they will always put God in the centre of their marriage and home. And God's abundant blessings will shower upon them as they continue to delight themselves in the Lord. And of course, have little cousins for me soon so I will stop terrorizing Happy all the time and play with REAL kids nicely.