Yes, like the title says, I got hurt again. This time, because of an even dumber reason.

On Monday the 23rd, having left my damned-to-hell economics online homework (due Monday morning) until Sunday night, resulting in horrific zombie-like mad rush to finish it before I was conquered by slumber the night before, I woke up at nine-thirty with exactly half an hour’s time for me to get ready, eat, wash up, grab the keys and hop into the Dad’s camry to speed off onto the QEW to school.

Twenty-five minutes later, still needing to brush my teeth, having scarfed down a deceptively filling bagel-with-the-works and a big glass of orange juice while rapidly wearing my clothes, I realized I was running a bit late.

Still half dressed, I bent down to the foot of my bed, stooped over without my knees bent, and rummaged at the little pile of textbooks, files and misc. stationery lying there, fervently throwing various items into my backpack.

It was then that I suffered a mild coughing fit, and for a few seconds was wracked with uh, coughs. But somehow, one of the cough-induced convulsions pulled one of my muscles while I was bent over so, and I felt a bolt of pain jolt up my back, and my knees lost their strength.

I tried keeping myself upright, but even more pain tore through me. I eventually managed to maneuver myself to the bed where I lay on my side in a fetal position, the only position which didn’t cause inordinate amounts of pain to explode through me. There I lay moaning embarrassingly for much of Monday, while my Mum asked me why I “wanted to be so clumsy”.

It has been four days since and I have, for the most part, been lying in my bed. The pain has largely subsided – especially after I went to the hospital yesterday and got a morphine jab, which I am thankful for, not so much however for the inch-wide bruise caused by the inept-if-friendly Filipino nurse – and today, for the first time since I got hurt, I have been able to get by relatively painlessly without having to resort to the plethora of painkillers of various strengths that lie on the bedside table to my right. I have even walked down the stairs today.

I understand that I haven’t blogged consistently. I haven’t, for various reasons, all of which are good.

I do write this entry now, however, for an even better reason. I am tired of explaining to people that I got hurt by “bending down”, “picking up my bag” or “coughing”.