...the very unpleasant Maynilad water situation here.
During our company team building about a week ago, I unfortunately met an accident while playing beach soccer with my colleagues. I still don't know up to now why I happened to be overly determined with a fiery passion in my heart to win that stupid game, despite knowing it wouldn't get us any special prize. I was just. Determined to win that last score. A colleague from the opposite team happened to have the same attitude and drive I'd had that night and both our eyes were set on that huge soccer beach ball. And so the most unfortunate scene took place: two angry, hungry forces...collided.
Unluckily, I was the one who fell down from the unexpected collision as he suddenly, accidentally smashed me with his elbow, specifically smacking against my eye and nose. It was suddenly dark and I could swear I saw one big star sparkling before falling on my back on the gravelly sand in the middle of the Batangas beach.
Hence, a swollen nose bridge and a hideous black eye.
Definitely, a wave of worries surged through my head. Is this major injury? Am I seriously hurt? Am I going to be unconscious? Is this heaven?
Will I be able to wrestle on Sunday?
That last question whispered by my subconscious certainly didn't need an answer. To be more accurate, it didn't need NO for an answer. I constantly iced my face until the swelling died down even just a little. I legit looked like I'd come out straight from a Pacquiao fight (with Pacquiao significantly knocking me out the 1st round). This must be what his opponents feel after every fight, I thought to myself.
After letting everyone know (Philippine Wrestling Revolution heads, parents, friends), I was decided to push through with my match at PWR Live: Destino. Seeing as how I was put in a match up against the fantastic and well-known Punk Rock Maiden Robynn, withdrawing from the match was in no way, shape, or form, an option for me. Sunday morning, I re-discussed my match with her, our agent, and our president where we decided to tweak a few parts by avoiding my face to prevent further damage.
We got everything over with, and my heart was filled with joy after the match, ever so grateful to Robynn, and ever so grateful to myself for deciding to go with the match. It was only after Sunday that I had a chance to go to an ENT doctor to get my nose checked. As I've said, I wasn't able to go to work beginning Monday due to the severe headache and pain on my nose. We were told that I was going to need to do more than an X-ray - she advised me to go through a CT scan exam.
Turns out, I have a nasal bone fracture - a linear fracture. This meant, while I don't have to go through a surgery, I did need to take antibiotics and a 30-day-rest with no intense physical activity to really let it heal.
It didn't sound good - especially when he began to elaborate that I can't do any wrestling, not even a workout as this might strain the bone more and worsen the fracture. FOR 30 DAYS???! I can't accept this life, I mentally whimpered. Immediately, I had to let the PWR president know of my situation - and while I've been feeling down since the doctor broke the news to me, our president Jake De Leon was ever so positive about it saying he's hopeful that I can recover faster and earlier so that I can make it to the next show - the biggest one we have lined up this year - Wrevolution X!
The doctor also indicated that this injury has also caused my abnormal cold - my nose is either too clogged or too overflowing with mucus and I've been having trouble breathing. So he also gave me (made me buy, actually) a nasal spray to relieve the congestion in my nose from time to time.
Friday morning made me feel better when God seemingly sent an angel on the roads of Facebook messenger through the digital body of my nerparts, fellow PWR Wrestler Cali Nueva. He'd messaged to check if I was okay, to which I responded, "Need a hug." Our conversation went from me telling the whole story to him revealing why he doesn't read books anymore, to exchanging similar viewpoints on focusing on individual growth instead of spending time with the wrong people, to him questioning my Halaman lifestyle, and discussing Rederick Mahaba's mic skills. It was so random yet so sensible and this is why it's so comforting to chat with this guy. We just get each other, we learn new things no matter what the topic is, and most importantly, I forget about bad stuff like this linear fracture in my freaking nose.
And that's the story of how I spent a week surrounded by antibiotics, pain relievers, and nasal spray decongestants while battling the oven-like heat inside our house, comforted by Inuyasha on Netflix at times and ice cream that was a special request to my mom which she ever so kindly granted. I was also on a binge-worrying session for every client's email that popped on my phone from time to time, thinking so much about all the work piling up on my desk, awaiting my grand return only to have me cry in defeat when I finally see them again. Viber conversations with the boss and the team to somehow still coordinate on some projects (also in hopes I could lessen the piled up load when I get back), eating solid good food courtesy of my mom's cooking plus sweet treats and gaining 2 lbs real quick because of that, and getting back to the meds and nasal spray and oh, a life spent close with tissue rolls for blowing my nose literally every 5 minutes.
So yeah. I lived that kind of life this past week.
I did all of that...with quite an inconsistent shower routine, too.
