phew

Thank goodness it was nothing more than some really bad sprain.. Had to ferry the fatty all over the place just to make triply sure, but it was worth the effort. So careless lah you!

Had to drive around for abit looking for a clinic near home that was open so late at night (at the time it was close to 10PM so go figure! gawsh) Thank goodness we found out there was a clinic not too far away that was 24hours and part of the approved company panel clinics.

All of us were thinking it was something as severe as a fracture, really freaked us out then! Even the doctor at the clinic feared the worst - I suppose that's what they're trained to do, to expect the worst? Haha I suppose, we were thinking likewise - having to go to UH and wait for a couple of hours, then take half day emergency leave and have to fetch ti to uni... wah that would be a *very* long night for me. @_@

Just kinda glad he's the easygoing type not to compound on the situation frantic with needless phobia.. but also not helping if he thinks that others are gonna worry *for* him so he doesn't need to. It's all about the balance I guess?

So he's staying till the weekend, at least during the more crucial part of the recovery we're around to help him *lah*.