Warning: Slightly graphic photos below.
Okay, this is not a yet another post about how this date is supposed to be lucky or that it only comes once in a century. Come on, every date on the calendar never actually repeats. But still, I anticipated this date with so much enthusiasm because first, it's my day off, second, it will be our 2nd prenup shoot (yeah, our photographers are awesome like that), and third, it's my cousin's 18th birthday (I'm one of the 18 candles, yay, I get to wear an itchy, rented dress).
The photo shoot went well but that's another story. Let's jump into the end of the debut celebration. To mark the end of the ceremony, the organizers prepared a fireworks display for all of us. I love fireworks!! Me and my boyfriend went outside to watch it. Normally, when events like these have these displays, they place the fireworks elsewhere, away from the crowd. But something was wrong this time. They were placed in front of us. We were not actually in the front most position, some were even nearer. As the first two kwitis went off, their sticks landed in front of the crowd. Something's really wrong. There was not enough time for me to contemplate on this thought, when the huge aerial firework was set off. You know those kinds which explodes in the sky with bright flower-like formations? Well, it was like that except that it didn't actually become aerial and instead exploded on to our feet. Yes my dear friends, our feet. Whose feet am I referring to exactly? Me and my boyfriend's feet. I actually saw little explosives approaching us. I got scared but we're trapped in a corner, my first instinct was to turn my back. I felt something hit the back of my knee. I shouted that I was hit. My boyfriend immediately hugged me, protecting my from even more approaching explosives. It was crazy. Smoke was everywhere. When it came quite clear, I rushed inside to check my foot. It was painful and ugly, it was burnt. Dang. I recalled seeing pitcher of cold water sitting on top of the bar. I went there to wash the back of my knee to soothe the burning feeling. I'm quite surprised why there was no other commotion aside from myself. Then I realized, I was the only casualty. Of all people in front of me. I saw my dad and showed my wounds, then my mom. She went into hysteria so I just left her. I ran around, neglecting the pain to look for my boyfriend. I can't remember how we separated paths. I asked a cousin and he told me my boyfriend's injury was even worse and he was waiting in the car with my brother. What the...
As I saw the side of his knee, I just blurted out a curse word. There was a hole onto his skin. From what I saw, it was maybe 2-inch deep. It's that deep. I can still feel my feet burning with pain but I managed to calm my mother. Yes, she was panicking about me and with her stroke histories, she's at more risk. So I just pretended to be okay and released the pain by squeezing the arm of my brother, who was driving by the way.
Inside the ER, I received first aid for my wounds and anti-tetanus shots. Surprise, surprise. Both of my feet were full of shrapnel wounds. It was crazy painful but I can't show any weakness. Why? As they cleansed my wounds, my boyfriend was lying down, literally chilling from severe pain and nervousness. They were talking about debriding his wound, which from how they explained it, sounded really nasty. That wound was supposed to be mine if he hasn't protected me. The least I can do is be his source of strength. I wish I can describe how they cleaned and sutured it but no, it won't be that pretty, so I won't.
We went home with a bagful of medicines and lessons. It was an ugly experience, yes. But we choose to just look at the brighter side. Who am I to complain about minor burns when my boyfriend received a surgery for me, and God knows what His son took in for me.
I will be kind and not mention the organizer who failed to oversee that incident coming, but we will be talking about settlements. Just an advise to everyone, make sure you mount huge explosives before lighting them. The force will surely make them stumble when lit. And don't watch displays on a very close range. Or better yet, stay away from explosives! They're craaaaazy.
Okay, this is not a yet another post about how this date is supposed to be lucky or that it only comes once in a century. Come on, every date on the calendar never actually repeats. But still, I anticipated this date with so much enthusiasm because first, it's my day off, second, it will be our 2nd prenup shoot (yeah, our photographers are awesome like that), and third, it's my cousin's 18th birthday (I'm one of the 18 candles, yay, I get to wear an itchy, rented dress).
The photo shoot went well but that's another story. Let's jump into the end of the debut celebration. To mark the end of the ceremony, the organizers prepared a fireworks display for all of us. I love fireworks!! Me and my boyfriend went outside to watch it. Normally, when events like these have these displays, they place the fireworks elsewhere, away from the crowd. But something was wrong this time. They were placed in front of us. We were not actually in the front most position, some were even nearer. As the first two kwitis went off, their sticks landed in front of the crowd. Something's really wrong. There was not enough time for me to contemplate on this thought, when the huge aerial firework was set off. You know those kinds which explodes in the sky with bright flower-like formations? Well, it was like that except that it didn't actually become aerial and instead exploded on to our feet. Yes my dear friends, our feet. Whose feet am I referring to exactly? Me and my boyfriend's feet. I actually saw little explosives approaching us. I got scared but we're trapped in a corner, my first instinct was to turn my back. I felt something hit the back of my knee. I shouted that I was hit. My boyfriend immediately hugged me, protecting my from even more approaching explosives. It was crazy. Smoke was everywhere. When it came quite clear, I rushed inside to check my foot. It was painful and ugly, it was burnt. Dang. I recalled seeing pitcher of cold water sitting on top of the bar. I went there to wash the back of my knee to soothe the burning feeling. I'm quite surprised why there was no other commotion aside from myself. Then I realized, I was the only casualty. Of all people in front of me. I saw my dad and showed my wounds, then my mom. She went into hysteria so I just left her. I ran around, neglecting the pain to look for my boyfriend. I can't remember how we separated paths. I asked a cousin and he told me my boyfriend's injury was even worse and he was waiting in the car with my brother. What the...
As I saw the side of his knee, I just blurted out a curse word. There was a hole onto his skin. From what I saw, it was maybe 2-inch deep. It's that deep. I can still feel my feet burning with pain but I managed to calm my mother. Yes, she was panicking about me and with her stroke histories, she's at more risk. So I just pretended to be okay and released the pain by squeezing the arm of my brother, who was driving by the way.
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| Left: My shrapnel wounds (I have more under the skirt and on the other leg) Right: My boyfriend's deep wound (The back of his leg was severely burnt and bruised) |
We went home with a bagful of medicines and lessons. It was an ugly experience, yes. But we choose to just look at the brighter side. Who am I to complain about minor burns when my boyfriend received a surgery for me, and God knows what His son took in for me.
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That's why no matter how fireworks seem very exciting for me, I still feel a tinge of fear whenever watching them. I can likewise recall how my boyfriend hugged me in the midst of a gang war. He had a deep wound which was supposed to be mine. :| Hoping for you and your boyfriend's fast recovery.
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