Hi everyone, thank you for your kind wishes and thoughts. Two nights ago I was involved in a car accident, my car skidded and overturned. I suffered from a bad cut to the head, but thankfully the rest of me got away with just minor cuts and scratches. Was taken to the hospital where my head injury had to be cleaned and stitched together, then I spent two nights in the ward under observation.

I was discharged today, and am now resting happily at home. The head wound will take awhile to heal, and in the mean time I will have to have the dressing changed daily. In time, I should make a full recovery, albeit with a little less hair.

Once again, thank you all kindly for your thoughts and concern. It is much appreciated, and I should, in time, get around to replying to your messages individually.

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The long version:

June 29th, 7.50pm: I was driving to the LCC terminal in KLIA. It had been raining, and the roads were wet and slippery. At the final roundabout before the terminal, my car started skidding as I accelerated out of the roundabout into the turn. The next few seconds all happened in a blur, I lost control of the car, it hit a curb and flipped over once and skidded more before coming to a stop by the side of the road.

I was in shock, but felt surprisingly little pain, must have been the adrenaline. Unbelting myself, I crawled out the window, and proceeded to sit by the curb pressing my left hand on my head to try and staunch the bleeding. Passerbys soon contacted emergency services, and helped me call my parents.

After what seemed an interminably long time, the fire engines arrived, but there was no sign of an ambulance. As I was bleeding badly from the head wound, a kind Genting limo driver decided to drive me to the clinic in KLIA. The doctor there tried to slow the bleeding and bandaged my head tight before referring me to Putrajaya hospital. My parents had arrived by then, mummy rode with me in the ambulance, while daddy went to the crash site to take a look.

At the hospital the doctors shaved off the hair surrounding the wound, and proceeded to stop the bleeding and stitching me up. I was losing blood fast and started shaking badly before they got a blood transfusion going. It was a terrible ordeal, I grunted and moaned at the pain, and called for Victoria a lot, especially when they had to cut a little further to find the source of blood, and also when they were stitching me up. I may have screamed out loud a few times, but I definitely only whined a couple times or less.

I remember once asking the nurse what time it was. On being told that it was 10pm or so, I worried that Victoria was up and wondering why I was not online.

Spent the next two nights in the hospital under observation. Started feeling a little giddy and nauseous the first night, but being transfused a second pint of blood made me feel much better. The X-ray came back with good news, my stubborn skull was whole and intact. I was conscious throughout the whole thing, and was walking to the toilet by the next morning.

Was discharged from the hospital at noon today. Am now recuperating at home. Will have to go to a nearby clinic everyday to get my dressings changed. Had to have a new pair of glasses made for me, as I had lost the old pair in the crash. Ironically, the glasses ended up costing more than the medical bill! Putrajaya Hospital being a government hospital, I was only charged RM 137 for the operation and stay.

Physically only the head wound should leave a lasting mark. Unfortunately I am going to have to shave the rest of my hair off, as it is caked in dried blood and I am unable to clean it properly because of the bandages. Will be bald for a bit then, hehe. It remains to be seen if hair will grow on my scar after it has fully healed. Am not looking forward to having a bald spot on my head, but I guess I should be thankful that things did not turn out much worse.

Mentally I do not really feel any different. Still suffering from a bit of shock, and my head feels heavy and ungainly from the swelling, dressings, and bandages. However, I can still recite the full name of Bangkok and 50 digits of Pi, as well as solve the Rubik’s cube, so memory-wise I seem to be ok. Whether anything else was affected remains to be seen, but the doctors seem confident that I should make a full recovery.