ungloved.one

imagine this scene.

a distinctly self-identifiable songkok-wearing Malay man (my father) supporting a drunk Tamil punk who apparently had his head hit on the pavement while presumably walking home from a drinking session. His friends, all Tamil, were shouting and saying nonsense, which clearly had nothing to do with the emergency situation facing them. one, even had the audacity to tell my mom off in Malay, that everything is okay.

because my father had already taken charge of the situation, i willingly stood back, sharply observing, for signs to show that he has his pulse on at least. and also the last time i was involved with a bleeding person, my hands were all covered in blood. without knowing if the bugger has anything in his blood. so, somehow this time round, im quite glad im not handling the victim.

thank god, the ambulance came promptly. by then, a crowd had gathered wanting to have a slice of the action.

without even me realising it, perhaps subconsciously fancyin myself as a shepherd dog, i barked to the whole group to back off and let the medics do their work.

yesterday's night incident told me that perhaps it would be wise to enact a law requiring all medic-trained individuals to carry around a pair of those medical gloves wherever they go so in case of any emergency, they can just slip on those gloves and starting on their Airway-Breath-Circulation drill without any reluctance or hesitation due to a fear of contracting any blood-borne diseases.

it could just save a life.