I was telling CH the yesterday how I had the bad habit of not writing important things that has happened in my life in the LJ and instead wrote about the not so important ones. It's not that I don't want to but I guess I would have more to type out if I wanted to talk about the former; and I am a creature of perpetual couch-potatoness. But I aim to at least type this out while it is still fresh in my head eventhough it had happened only last Saturday night. Not to me, but to my SO.
I had gone for my music class at the mall on Sunday (Apr. 29th) early. I was about 3 or so hours early than the scheduled time because I didn't want the hassle of driving around the parking lots over and over looking for a space to park. As was my habit, I called Michael to see if he wanted to have lunch together but I just kept getting his voice mail. I thought that perhaps he was still asleep enjoying his day off that day so I let it be. Still, I tried over and over again the whole time till time came for my class at 4.30. Even afterwards, I still kept calling - I kept calling till 11 something before I had to go to bed and I still couldn't get him. Maybe his cell was flat and he had no where to recharge it? Wasn't quite convinced with that.
I was getting kind of concerned, wondering if something had happened to him. I alternated between pouting and fretting...my instincts were telling me something is wrong but my mind was saying that I worried too much.
The next day, I was still abed since I had taken leave for the upcoming two days public holiday and I tried calling him again. It was about 8 something in the morn..kept getting his voice mail..by now I was extremely concerned, wondering what had happened to Michael...I couldn't check with his relatives coz the big fella didn't see it fit to leave any contact numbers with me coz he didn't think I would need to it...Jeez, hasn't he heard of better safe than sorry? He is sorta optimistic in a naive way...hee.
Bout 9.30 my cell suddenly rang and it was big guy...calling me from his cousin's cell. I'm embarassed to say that I was sorta in tears, relieved that he was still alive...but boy, did he have news for me. He started off my telling me that he was warded in the hospital on Sunday - my heart stopped. I asked why (calmly? Fuck no! That's not my style), he replied that he was ambushed and robbed while on his way to K on his bike. It happened on a dark, lonely stretch of the motorbike lane (and they wonder why the bikers prefer to take their chances on the main highways).
It seems that some enterprising asshole had strung a string/rope across the path to trip some unsuspecting motorcyclists, which happened to be Michael. A very bad case of wrong place, wrong time thing. So, his bike hits the obstacle and he falls off his bike and while he laid on the ground dazed, someone came over and whacked him on the left side of his head.
Michael said he passed out after that and when he came to, his cell and 100 bucks was missing from his wallet. They whacked a guy on the head, robbed him and still had the 'courtesy' to tuck his wallet back into his pocket..hmmpf.
He also found that he was bleeding from his left ear, nose and mouth..lucky for him, his dinged up bike was still working, so he rode to his cousin's place. I don't even want to know how far it was from the scene of the crime. They took him to the local hospital and the doctor warded him for observation for possible concussion. Upon further check-up, the doc said that my SO had a perforated eardrum. By then, I was already a mass of blubbering blob.
I was uber pissed at the robber(s) and worried about his condition..the mention of the perforated ear drum didn't help matters any...
I asked him if he made a police report, he said nope, he was going to the hospital again to see the ear specialist. Later that night, I checked with him and the doc said that he had a hearing loss of maybe 20-25%, but to come back for a follow-up at the end of May..
I hope that by the end of May, his hearing might have improved somewhat, not much I know, but still I hope that all will be well. After the call ended, I had a good loud sob fest on my mom's shoulder..she thought I had a big showdown with Michael, or that we had just broken up or something...LOL!
I don't expect the cops to get the damned bastard(s) who did this to Michael but it would be nice if they did. I mean, weirder things have happened before...*shrugs* I'm just grateful that Michael is still alive and not in a coma or even badly injured. I don't know what I would've done if the worst case scenario happened. I don't think I could ever love anyone this much ever again. Once is enough I think - esp. since this is our 10th year together. LOL