Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Dancing in the Rain part 1

I went to the hospital again. This was the 4th or 5th time I’ve gone to a Hong Kong hospital. I broke some bones in my hand when an MTR train derailed a few months ago. I had a pretty bad cold last year, so I went to the hospital. People go to doctors all the time for colds around here. I’m not used to that since it would be too expensive where I’m from, but here I have pretty good insurance at work and hospitals don’t cost nearly as much as they do at home. My first Hong Kong hospital visit was for some weird rash I had on my hand – the same hand I broke on the train by the way. I never found out what caused the rash, but it went away right after I took the medication they gave me.

None of those were my fault. The cold was a simple cold that got out of control. I don’t know what the rash was, but if I did anything to cause it, it never came back. The train was definitely not my fault. I wouldn’t know how to derail a train even if I wanted to.

This time was entirely my fault. It was raining – as it does all summer – and I went out to the pool deck at the big house. I like being in the rain as long as I’m not in a hurry to go somewhere. I was at the house and wasn’t going anywhere, so the rain wasn’t a problem at all. The bad thing about being out in the rain is that your clothes get wet. Wet clothes just don’t feel right, but wet skin is totally natural.

There was no one else at the house, so I took my clothes off and went out in the rain. It seemed like a good idea at the time. The pool deck is completely private from any of the neighbors. It faces the ocean, so only the fish & seagulls can see you.

There’s a wide open area around the pool – plenty of room to move around. I dance a lot and I’ve danced on that deck plenty of times. Only this was the first time I did it naked in the rain.

The thing about rain is that it makes the ground slippery. I shouldn’t have been surprised when I fell down, but I was. I started crying like a baby. Not because I was in pain – I was. It hurt like hockey sticks, but I was more upset than anything else. I twisted my ankle and at that point I had no idea how bad it was. It felt pretty bad, but I couldn’t tell if I sprained it, broke it or what. As a dancer, an ankle injury can be the worst thing in the world.


  1. Cute blog- I ran across it looking for others in Hong Kong! :) Sorry about your ankle though...bummer. :( Hope it's okay- and the trip to the hospital wasn't too bad. The hospital trips can always be quite entertaining...

  2. Thanks. Hong Kong hospitals are always an interesting experience.


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