Where is the compassion?

Wow. The flurry of activities this week made time fly real fast. I've lots of events on my list and there are some I've to unwillingly give them a miss. With the Speech Day performances and parade taking off flight smoothly yesterday, it's with a wave of relief I held in welcoming in the weekends. But hell, who is to know my beautiful Saturday is to be ruined in such an inelegant fashion?

A very nasty incident cropped up during NDP internal training today. As usual, I was already up and about, hopping around the house in the early morning, eager to on all tasks. I was shortlisted for yet around round of qualification selection. I thought it was something of a miracle that I still made the cut. But then again, my intuition's telling me to let the chance slip.

The bad vibes came in while I was doing the drills. I could feel my muscles straining and the toes on my right foot were feeling somewhat stingy. Soon after I couldn't even march on the spot properly despite having a neat start to the drills. Having the impression that there was an object stuck to the soles of my boots, I requested for permission to fall out so that the pain in my toes could, hopefully, subside. Well it never did. Unfortunately. I removed my socks to find mosaic of lacerations over my toe. The biggest one. What do you call that? The big toe on the right foot. I knew then that my chances of getting into the contingent was drenched. If not totally, then an 80% assurance of not landing a spot in the contingent. There was a nail protruding right into my boots. Ouch. Gingerly I pulled it out and walked slowly to the squad. Limping. A rather grouchy Mdm then shouted,"Walk quickly. Stop fooling around!" I could have raised my voice at her but I decided to not aggravate the problem and ran back to join the squad. Bloody hell to her. Can't she be more understanding when I had already initially told her of the possibility of an object stuck onto my boots. Since my foot wasn't in its best condition and wanting to not endure more lashing and dressing-down, I continued with the drills. What happens when you had just had been poked by a nail that is as sharp as the tip of a knife but doing away with its smaller tip? Yes, you screw up all your pacing.

I was already infuriated with the Mdm when she accused me of "fooling around". She must have thought I feigned the injury because no matter how hard I tried to signal to her that I was indeed injured, and badly, she went ahead to point out my obviously wrong timings. Can you keep up with the rest with your foot in such ailing state??? Tan May Chin is not that crafty a person to come up with such unscrupulous tactics to cheat my way out of the drills. Because, take a look at things clearly. I AM THERE BECAUSE I WANT TO BE IN THE CONTINGENT. This means that I have to perform to the best of my ability. If I faked injury, wouldn't it lower the chance of me getting into the contingent? So, think again logically. Do I stand to gain if I pretended to have been hurt?

Eventually the pain grew unbearable and I thought enough was enough. I called it a day. When the fact that I was pricked by a nail was ascertained, I was given first aid treatment and left under the care of a lady. And yes, that MDM who alleged that I was "fooling around" did not even apologise for wronging me earlier. I'm so gonna lodge a complaint. How can she assumed the status of VI at the HQ when she even had doubts someone is really in need of help and injured? Do you have to bleed in order for others to know that the injury you were inflicted with is a genuine one? Wake up, you left me just so digusted and disgruntled.