Those KILLER heels...

I had some exciting agendas planned out for this week:

1) Buy a new handphone - the Nokia E63! (2 buttons fr my Sony Ericsson phone has officially fallen off.. I may no longer be able to adjust my volume louder or lower.. which gave me a perfect excuse to get a new one...)
2) Buy my EF-S 17-55mm f/2.8 Camera lens (been thinking abt it for 4 days now...)
3) Go for SPA massage on sun since Randy, my sis & all my beloveds are away in KL for the weekend
4) Pasta Brava with Jamie for our lonely fri-nite-club dinner
5) Youth cell group dinner (haven't done this for a long time since my adult cell grp is on Sat nites)
6) Facilitator for Mr Thong's workshop - was quite excited to help out!
7) Photoshoot for a local band

BUT.....

who knows...... all my plans were dumped when Humpty Dumpty (that is me) had a great fall..... Was on my way to the washroom in my killer heels and i twisted my ankle. I heard a "crack" sound and the next thing I know there were bright stars circling around... Then I felt faint and crawled to the nearest chair....

(By now, I know that it's quite the norm for me to faint... When I cut myself and see blood, I faint. When I have needles prick into me, I faint. 8 yrs ago when I twisted my ankle, I fainted too -> the twisted ankle incident was the one that began me & randy's love story... But i'll save it for a separate occasion to talk abt it...)

Anyways, silly me, checked on the heels, thinking the crack sound came from my broken heel. But the heel was completely intact and the sound was from my feet. -.-

oh shucks....

Seems like my heel is still more hardy than my feet... :P

Well, a good or rather coincidental thing was that Randy happened to be sick and on medical leave... I called him and "THE HERO COMES ALONG" and whisked me off to a clinic... We did not manage to get any carpark lots, and I had to be barefooted as I could no longer fit my fat foot into the heels again. So Mr Chan piggybacked me all the way to the clinic, walking past many strange stares... (I just hid my face behind his shoulder.. haa)

The doc at the clinic says there could be possible fracture and wrote a referral letter for me to go to the A&E to get any X-ray done instead...

Here's the letter he wrote addressing to the "Mothers are Cows"...

But after paying $20 for the bill for him doing nothing at all, I'm guessing the handwriting reads "Minutes Are Cash" instead... Anyways, the nice clinic assistant suggested that we get a pair of cheap slippers...

Mr Hero Chan dropped me off at the hospital, plonged me in a wheelchair and left me under the sun while he finds a parking lot. Sometimes I dunno if I shld laugh or cry at my dear fiance... Hahaahahh... But a nice lady came and wheeled me into the shade.

My 1st time in a wheel chair...

Wheeee....................!!!!!!!! Was having some fun wheeling ard the hospital....

Till my maid for the day rammed my fractured feet into the wall a few times....

While I struggled to the handicap toilet, Mr Hero Chan had some fun on the wheelchair...

I'm scheduled to unwrap the "present" only next week. One week of walking on crutches and immobility. SIGHs....

Well, to look on the hind side, I had the chance to be Queen for a day......!