I got into an accident last evening during our intensive late night rehearsals and we were forced to end abruptly. The fingers of my left hand got badly smashed up, as you can see – ugly, ugly, ugly – as my digits got horribly crushed and cut during a risky illusion act. There was actually a moment I was so sure my four fingers were completely severed off by the impact and all I had left was my left thumb and four awful stumps.
It took me some moments to get out of shock as the team iced me down, and everything seemed like one big blur. I remember hearing a whirl of worried voices, lots of footsteps and running, but I felt cold all over, and I was shaking, with my injured hand hurting like hell.
The BFF was hanging out with her felllow DJs in town nearby and she left the club after I replied her text message with a gory MMS of my bruised and bloodied bits when I had finally calmed down. She promptly drove down to pick me up to take me to a hospital to check for damages as the rest of the concerned team arranged to take all the props and illusions back to our studio.
The very efficient doctor at Gleneagles A&E, Dr Jeffrey Mah, attended to me and the guy must have been rather bewildered and amused when I sorta told him what I’m doing/ what I’ve been up to. It also greatly helped that BFF gave me a cute stress ball to vent on during the medical inspection and she was hilariously taking photos and videos during the whole clean up process. My two X-Rays revealed no broken bones, so that’s a very good sign.
Tonight still sees us still performing at The Arena in Clarke Quay for Ultimate Magic, our regular 5-nites-a-week gig, before heading over to Central to do the complete set-up for Inversion.
Its currently noon and I still can’t flex or clench my left fist as I write this, so this quite worries me. Hopefully it gets better the next 24 hours.
The show must go on.