Broken ankle

I haven't updated my blog for a long time. Hmmm, what should I write now?

A lot of things had happened during the past few months. Some were good, some were bad. I broke my right ankle not long after my last blog entry. It was an accident during a badminton game, I ran into my partner, fell and hence got a bone fracture. I've never had a broken bone or a fracture before, this makes my life more complete...

Anyway, it was my right ankle, a small piece of bone fractured and sticked out from its original spot, which in medical term is called a chip fracture. It was hurting like hell, I was crying on the floor right at the moment when I fell down. I tried to be brave not to cry since there were so many people around me. But the tears was not under my control at all. My friend sent me to emergency room afterwards, that's where I learned the word -- chip fracture.

So I couldn't drive at all, neither could I walk without the pair of the crutches. This was actually the second time I have used crutches. Last time was X'mas time in 1998, the year I came to US. I was staying with my sister in DC, and my best friend echo came to visit me. I slipped on the ice in Arlington cemetry and sprained my ankle. It was a pretty bad sprain so I had to be on crutches for 2, 3 months. But last time wasn't as bad as this time. I was a total handicap this time and need to be taken care of!!! Fortunately my parents happened to come to visit me the week after my incident. So naturally, they came to look after me, which I felt kinda embarassed since I was supposed to take care of them and show them around. Well, what can I do with a broken leg? My parents stayed here for about 7 weeks, by the time they left for DC, I can limp a little bit without crutches. But even till today, my right ankle still sores from time to time, and I still can't get back to badminton yet.

During my parent's stay, I still tried my best to show them around, taking them to places where I like, such as the city, Monterey, Carmel, Napa etc. Of course I couldnot drive at that time, I had to ask for my friends' help, begging them to be my chauffeur to drive my parents around. Even though most of the time I had to stay in the car with my right leg up in the air while they went out to see the beautiful scenaries.

I do enjoy their stay here. I didn't realize how big the impact they made until the last week of their stay. They made my place like a real home. I guess I never feel such a sweetness at home before. Everyday by 6pm, I was eager to go home since I knew there were people expecting me at home. My mom would have the dinner ready, we would eat, then watch TV or chat. It's very nice to have that feeling. It took me a few weeks to adjust back after they left, the apartment feels so empty. And it's just an apartment where I live, only during that 7 weeks, it was a home!

I felt very sad the day they left. I'd rather be the one who leaves than being left alone behind. I guess I hate that feeling because I'm always the one who is left behind alone. You see someone off from your house, wondering whether he is just away from your house or away from your life, then you suddenly feel so lonely in an empty house, as empty as your heart, home is not home any more!