thursday the 12th

hand

i was awaken by loud forceful knocks on my door – in an instant i knew something have gone wrong.

“abbas, he had an accident.. it’s bad.”  one of our assistant drillers muttered.  i half-ran towards the office where i found him seated on one of the chairs, his body shaking, crying for allah.. and saw him clasping his right fingers.

he got his finger cut off. 

“one of the most common injuries on a gas or oil rig are finger injuries.  the rig itself is a gallery of pinch points wherein a worker can get a finger trapped, mashed, lacerated or even worse, amputated.”

after rendering first aid at the rig clinic, i accompanied him in the ambulance on the way to the hospital.  his co-workers managed to find his dismembered distal middle phalanx that i brought with me on which unfortunately, cannot be saved.  he kept on telling me that he was “sorry”, so i reminded him that it was unexpected and not his fault.

accidents do happen – even if it’s not friday the 13th.

new year’s eve

i made it in manila yesterday without any hassles.  I have not gotten enough sleep yet, for my body clock is still adjusting.

chair

it’s new year’s eve and i’m all alone at the house, everybody left to spend it in my cousin’s.  i just told my mother that i was too tired to go with them, truth is i don’t want to spend this day on someone else’s house for i just don’t feel like it.  she did asked me about three times with a puzzled look if i was okay, i just smiled and said i was.  kinda weird for letting myself being alone.  i’m not actually feeling lonely or anything, it’s just that i feel that i’ll be better off staying alone for a while in the house – even it’s new year’s eve.

happy new year to everyone.