Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
That's not funny, deadpanned Humpty Dumpty who's hovering my laptop as I type this entry.
Four days ago, youngest brother Barry fell and broke his ankle which required all the king's horses and all the king's men to put Humpty Dumpty together again.
Well, not exactly king's men. Housemen, more like it.
Lying beside me at Raffles Hospital is a broken Barry, wincing at every slight movement. His left foot is wrapped in a massive cast, propped up by two pillows for blood flow post-surgery.
Last Monday, Barry was out drinking with his colleagues at a dart pub just down the road from his office.
"What the heck were you guys doing, drinking on a Monday night," I wanted to know.
Despite Barry's vulnerable state, his priorities were still clear.
"Kor, can you pass me the Oreos?"
Barry's fall was quite dramatic.
He was seated on a bar stool and he habitually tucks one of his feet into the bottom rim of the stool.
But that Monday night, someone accidentally knocked Barry over and he fell backwards.
"So, I fell but I had no time to dislodge my foot so --"
Crack.
Barry and I paused and looked at the source of interruption.
Our mum Mrs Lee smiled at us and brushed off micro bits of her cleanly halved cream cracker and said sheepishly, "I didn't mean it."
Barry, who has the attention span of a pigeon and the appetite of a boar, said with zest: "It's been a while since I've had cream crackers. Are they nice?"
You'll have to give it to Barry -- cream crackers and all. The poor fella is in extreme pain but he's as sanguine as can be.
Barry had to undergo two surgeries and one of them sounded traumatic.
In order to fix screws and metal plates on his ankle -- which is what we would imagine a fracture repair surgery to be -- Barry's doctors must first perform what he described as a "put your bones together" surgery.
"Which makes sense right," Barry explained in between his biscuit chewing, "you'll first need to push the fragmented bones closer together."
"Please have a sip of water. Your mouth is drying and it looks like you're chewing sand," Mrs Lee said with great disapproval.
"So the doctors will have to wrap that cast structure around my ankle."
The cast structure that Barry was pointing at, was designed to support and put one's foot in place. Think of it as two separate metal sheets placed on both sides of one's ankle such that it envelops and traps the ankle from any movement.
The fun bit is... in order to keep these two separate metal sheets in place, there are actual screws that need to be drilled into the left and right side of that ankle.
Like any good orator, Barry paused and looked at his audience for reaction.
I was mid-cringe but Mrs Lee -- who's been through greater storms than this -- widened her eyes and nodded eagerly. "Then, then?"
"The even more fun bit of it is, the drilling of the screws into my ankle has to be done while I'm awake. Without any form of anaethesia."
Barry paused and waited for an expected gasp. Which I readily delivered.
Mrs Lee -- who grew up during WWII, survived the premature death of her first love (our father) and who had undergone sexual discrimination in a male-dominated work environment to rise the ranks in her career -- rolled her eyes at me.
And at Barry, she gave him another look that's meant to say "is that all you've got?"
Mrs Lee is the type of audience you don't want at your first standup comedy show.
Barry, who could argue fiercely in court but is useless in the presence of Mrs Lee, began to fumble, his great showmanship now at stake.
"In the end, the doctors gave me some sedative so that I can still describe to them the pain I felt, which would guide them in that cast-insertion surgery.
By the end of Barry's speech, Mrs Lee was rummaging through the huge plastic bag of snacks which Barry's friends had brought over.
"You have very good friends," Mrs Lee said, inspecting the snacks one by one.
Barry then focused on me 'cos unlike our mum, I was pale.
That made Barry smile devilishly. "Quite a story eh?" he said.
Leave it to Mrs Lee to burst Barry's bubble.
"For someone who's stupid drinking ways got him injured, you've got some nerve ya."
Barry texted me privately after we left.
"I'm changing you to be my first next of kin. I'm terrified of that woman."
Adam's stories are based on real life events and inspired by real people