Festering

Nov 16, 2010 19:47

 It's been almost one week since the embarrassing night of the first day of my last semester in CMC, when I clumsily tripped over Nala and fell at least two steps from the front porch into the bark of a 30-year old fortune plant.

This absolutely stupid maneuver rendered me helpless in the dark, rocky garden, in the pouring rain, for about 10 seconds before the pain actually sunk in. In addition, this yielded an ugly gash on my forearm and a bump on my forehead to boot, both of which have more or less fantastically healed. It amazes me how the magical combination of red and blood cells work together and repair the damaged tissue and eventually heal the wound as if nothing happened (save for a slight scar, maybe).



HEALED: I'll be picking the remainder of the scab this week.

Unfortunately, not all wounds heal alike, if they heal all at all. Some fester beneath the surface, like volcano magma threatening to blow any minute (Bicolanos right now would understand) in a mixture of pus, blood, and tissue, angry and free-flowing, mirroring the pain and infection that has been cultivated for so long.

And after this occurs, God knows what happens after that.

pain, wounds

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