Shits Happen

Shits Happen

My car is getting older. Last Thursday I send my car to workshop to change the clutch. The clutch has exhausted for quite sometimes and the engine pick up has deteriorated when the car climb the hill. So we decided to change the clutch immediately.

On Friday night after working hour, as usual we headed to Bangi Utama (also known as Warta Bangi – eventhough Bintang has now taking over the supermarket) for dinner. Thanks god the gear box malfunction right in front of Bangi Utama. I pulled over the car and the push the car together with my brother in law to the car park. In frustration, I open the hood and try to look something that I did not know. Pretend that I knew something about transmission system. After realizing that I cannot do much, I closed the hood and locked and closed all the doors. Dummmm …………… damnnnnnnnnnnnn, my car key still inside the car…….. shittttt. Thanks god, its not the first time I left my car key inside the car and I am quite good in breaking the doors using the hard wire. I used that knowledge just to breaking my cars’ door and never use it to steal other people cars. Police taught me how to open the locked doors using the hard wire. A lesson I learnt when I lost my car 6 years ago at Carrefour Seri Petaling.

After I manage to open the door I called my mechanic and he said that his assistant will come and look at the problem. Arc has already wandering around inside the Bangi Utama and my brother in law and I waited a moment at my car. We reckoned that the mechanic will come about an hour time so we decided to have dinner at the mamak.

After we had the dinner the mechanic arrives and checked the transmission system. He knew that the oil pump for clutch system is leaking and thought the leaking is very small. He knew even before he arrived to Bangi Utama because he has noticed that during changing the clutch. Since the leaking is small, he decided not to highlight to me when he change my clutch previous day. Well ….. he did just what I asked him which are to change the clutch and change the engine oil together with the oil filter.

He brought along the clutch oil pump and decided to change it at the parking lot. Arc decided to get home first with taxi and asked her brother to follow her. So I company the mechanic until my car is ready an hour later. He confirmed that the car is safe to drive to Setiawangsa, even to Johor if I wish to travel there.

Than, on Saturday we off to Setiawangsa. The traffic is heavy and there is one stalled trailer on the left lane of the highway. It has caused massive traffic jam right after Sg Besi Tol. Our car crawled slowly and I noticed the engine temperature raised almost to alarming level. So after we passed the stalled lorry, I pulled over at Shell station near to kota perabot besides the Sg Besi highway. I took the bottle from the boot and pour the water to the radiator’s reservoir. I thought we were in hurry and I decided to pour some water to the radiator. After few second, the hot boiled water smurted out from the top cover of the radiator and sprayed me. I jumped away but still too late, the hot water had burnt my left belly and I can feel the hot water under my pant and under wear. I hurried to the toilet and loose my batik …… oh yea my batik for Angah wedding reception to Wan’s house……. My pant, takkan la aku nak bogel, tahan ajer la panas dia. Luckily I still bring my T-Shirt because after that reception, I planned to straight to my class later that afternoon. One bangla stepped to me and offered to help me. Ya bangla tolong aku. He stopped me from pouring the water to the burnt skin and asked me to follow him inside the store for some treatment. His good emergency respond is good. He nursed the burnt skin with savlon to prevent the burnt skin from infection. Later I called the mechanic and Arc called her sister to fetch us to the hospital. I was reluctant to go to hospital because I knew it will take longer time. Instead I asked Arc to send me to adjacent clinic.

My sister in law arrived earlier that the mechanic and I called them I left the car key at the petrol station and I have mentioned to the Shell personnel that my mechanic will come later.

I asked Arc to go to Pekan Sg Besi and we stopped at Klinik Rakan Medik. They give me first priority and the nurse asked me to lie on bed. They are four nurses in that room and this really surprised me. This is the first time I experienced 4 nurses nursing my burnt skin. Arc said this is rare cases and they took the opportunity to look what had happened and probably learnt what they should be doing if the same case happen in the future. Well ……… I could not bother what they want to learnt. As long as they could nurse me well, I’ll be more than happier.

Meanwhile Arc bought me track bottom and I change my pant and remove my underwear. I wore the track bottom and asked the doctor to cover my burnt skin with gauze and plaster. Doctor was reluctant because he said it is better if I don’t wear any clothes. He afraid that the cloth might tore the skin and leaved my flesh free to infection. I mentioned to him that I must attend class and need to wear cloth. He said that he could give me MC. I told him that I don’t need MC because this class is important to me. Finally he succumbed to my request and covered my burn skin with the gauze.

I took pain killer and the pill really helps me easing the pain during that class. I managed to do some exercise in class and the best part is I could take some note that is important for the final semester examination that will be held on the 6th May. This is the reason why I insist to come to this class.

After the class, I went to the workshop and chatted with the mechanic. According to him the radiator has spoiled and needed to be changed. What option do I have, so, so be it. In all, I had spent RM1K FOR my clutch, oil pump and radiator. I guess its time to get a new car. But wait, …………….. Syed Mokhtar Al Bukhari is billionaire and still used his old perdana. So do you think I should change car.