If you can see this, then all is well again at Blogger. If you can’t see this, then I’m just talking to myself.


Blogger appears to be suffering some long term difficulties right now. I publish my posts, but they don’t seem to be showing up right away. There’s been an error message that shows up after I post. This message has been there for days.

It just goes to show you, free stuff on the Internet can really be unreliable sometimes.


I have a poopy 10:30am class tomorrow. I hate getting up early like that. I should be in bed now.

I talked to my parents tonight. In one single phone conversation, they reminded me how glad I am that I don’t live with them anymore. Only my parents could turn one simple request into a huge production. I won’t go into the details but I fear for their safety as they are living without either myself or my sister again.

The good news is that I can confirm that my mom does not read my web site. I had a sneaking suspicion she did, but after posting pictures of my mangled thumb, she made no mention of it on the phone. If she only knew my medical experiences were being played out over the Internet.

Well, I’m off to masturbate sleep now.


Following doctor’s orders, I cleaned my wound today, and applied a new dressing. Before I wrapped it all up, I took a picture for posterity. It looks so cool, I can’t believe I actually have stitches!


Today was supposed to be a very relaxed day for me. I only had one class at 3pm followed by a 2 hour lab at 4pm. In the lab, we weren’t even expected to do anything. It was a day to get caught up on reading and other things…. well, that was the plan.

I got up around 10am and still in my PJs, I decided to toast some dinner rolls I had. I used a steak knife to cut them in half. As I went to slice open the second roll, my hand slipped, and the knife cut into right thumb. I could tell the cut was deep, but nothing to be panicky about. However, this was probably the deepest cut I’d ever had. I held the wound closed and washed it off. As I let go of the wound, it began to seep with blood. Again, I washed off the blood and kept the wound closed. I kept it that way for several minutes, hoping the blood flow would abate.

After a few minutes, I cautiously let go of the wound. The blood flow had stopped considerably, but there was still enough to cause me concern. This was going to need medical attention. Damn, I knew then my entire morning would be taken up by this.

I was still in my PJs, hair unkempt, and teeth unbrushed. Somehow with one hand, I opened two Band-Aids (TM) and applied them without letting go of the wound. With my thumb flexed, I was able to close the wound and stil have my left hand free.

Now that I had some more mobility, I managed to brush my teeth, combed my hair, and got dressed. The only problem was my shoes. I couldn’t tie with just one hand. I called Marcia and Nic down the hall, but they weren’t available. Oh well, I thought and I just stuff the laces inside my shoes.

Off I trundled to the Student Health Clinic at the hospital. I debated whether or not this was an emergency, but decided it was not. It had been five long years since I had stepped into the SHS, but there it still was, in the same place.

My wait for a doctor was quite short. A young doctor came out to get me. It looked like he was my age or even perhaps younger. In the exam room, he got me to take off the Band-Aids, and he looked at my thumb. The blood was just oozing now, rather than flowing. I asked him if I needed stitches. He said yes, probably two.

He got me to lie on the table and placed a cloth along my abdomen. I then placed my right hand on the cloth. He then went to work to get the items ready for my stitches. As I watched him get any number of gauze pads, kits, and bowls, I realized this was going to be my very first set of stitches.

When everything was ready, he turned on two examination lights, and wheeled a tray over. I swear the whole setup was straight out of ER. Next, he grabbed a swab and warned me this might sting a bit. I gathered it was going be a disinfectant or something. As he applied it, it did sting, quite a bit actually. The whole time I just looked at the ceiling.

Next, he said he was going to numb the area. This involved jabbing a needle into the area of my wound to inject the local anaestetic. This hurt like a sonofabitch! Try slicing your thumb open and then having a needle jammed into the area. He did this on either side of the wound. Seconds later, I felt my entire thumb go numb.

He then wiped my entire thumb area and index finger with what I believed to iodine or some other germ killer. The thread and needle came out next, I actually didn’t watch him put in the stitches. Three stitches later, he applied Neosporin to the area. A bandage came on next. Followed by a gauze wrap. He wrapped it around my entire hand for stability, so I looked like a prizefighter afterwards.

He said I was done, but a nurse would be in afterwards to give me a tetanus shot. I thanked him for his care and he left. The whole time I was thinking how young this guy was. He could have easily been Dave Shu’s age, who is doctor friend of mine, and he’s a year younger than me.

The nurse then came in and gave me a tetanus shot on my right arm. Strangely, this was the least painful part of my day.

With that, I was allowed to leave. It was 12:30pm. What a great start to the day.

I have to change the dressing in 24 hours and come back in 7 to 10 days to get the stitches removed.

I took a picture of my hand, look below.


Ok, maybe not, but here at erwintang.com, I’m always looking to bring you, the visitors, more entertainment value. On the weekend, I decided to pick up a webcam. It’s a sure indication I’m neglecting my studies, but oh well, I haven’t bought a new toy in a long time.

I have the thing set up in my room at St. John’s College. I’m still working out the best way to use it, but I’m thinking about pointing it out my window during the day. My window faces a parking lot and you can see people coming and going all day. I wish I had a better view, but that can’t be helped. Alternatively, I can point it towards my room, but there won’t be much activity here during the day. One other thing I discovered last night is that I can stream pictures off cable TV to the Internet. So, on some days, I might just send pictures of let’s say talk shows over to this site.

Now, as tempting as it is, I don’t think I’ll be sending pictures of my room when I bring a girl back here. The reasons for this are twofold: 1. There’s no chance in hell, a girl would ever come back to my room with me, and 2. If hell did in fact freeze over, and I did bring a girl back, I doubt playing with the webcam would be the focus of my attention.

The cam is setup to take images every two minutes, but the webcam window will refresh every 30 seconds. This is because sometimes I have the motion detector on and the image might refresh much faster than two minutes.

So, without further ado, click here for some not-so-interesting fun!


Those UBC worms are back, just like they do every year. If you’ve ever been to UBC in the fall, you’ll know what I’m talking about.

If you don’t know what I’m talking about, I’ll try to describe it. I’m no entomologist, but these worms are about 5mm to 10mm long. They’re yellow. These worms can be mostly found on the tree-lined Main Mall, which happens to be the most used pedestrian walkway on campus. The worms hang from the trees on a thin strand of filament. Think of them as nasty Christmas tree ornaments.

My theory is that the worms are banking on people or animals to make contact with them and then carry them away to other areas to breed. Either that, or they’re waiting for a breeze to carry them off, like baby spiders do.

It’s still early in the season, but I’m hoping the worms aren’t as prevalent as in past years. Let’s hope UBC has done something about them. When I was in undergrad, during September/October, the worms basically made it impossible to walk along Main Mall. Every where you walked you were trying to dodge tiny little yellow worms swaying in the wind. It was disgusting.

I remember one time, I was sitting in class when I looked at the person in front of me. He had the misfortune of walking into one of these worms. It had landed on his hair which was kind of poofy, so he couldn’t feel it. This little yellow worm was wiggling and writhing on his hair. It made me shudder in horror. It was straight out of Wrath of Khan, you know when Chekov get implanted by that thing? Anyways, I was so grossed out, I couldn’t bear to tell this guy.

These damn things are back, and I hope to hell I don’t get any on me. Does anyone know the real name for them?


If you know me really well, you’ll know that I am a big fan of pyjamas. I lounge in them whenever I can. In the mornings, if I have no where to go right away, I’ll stay in my PJs. If I go out for an errand or for the afternoon, I’ll come back and change right back into my PJs. I’ll stay in my PJs all day if I don’t have anywhere to go.

I find that pyjamas are the ultimate in comfort and really let you relax. I’ve always thought it would be great if it was socially acceptable to wear pyjamas out in public. Then, I read this.

I’ve always thought Communist China was a backwards nation, but in this regard, they are really leading the world in public pyjama acceptance.