the time my finger was removed, on a walk

2009 walking home from gym around midnight. Jaya33 to Trinity Church PJ. Petrol station by old EPF building had four guys on two bikes. Ignored them. They came by and asked to have my stuff after I already passed them. I was carrying official business, so I declined and continued walking. Perp 1 grabs my backpack from behind, I turned around and pushed him away, as I did not wish to hurt him though I could have just reached into the eyes. Perp 2 swings at me with what appears to be a large object and I block with my right hand, there is impact. I do not attack him. He hits me again on the head, and I negotiate with him. At this point I have raised my right hand in front of me, and notice part of the pinky is missing. Perp 3 still on the bike advises perp 2 that as I am hurt he has had enough. All perps leave. I figure i am in profit as my stuff was still on me and it is a good story. I can't find the missing part, and proceed to walk to UM hospital. The EPF guards stop me and say I should let them call an ambulance. I make the mistake of complying and giving them my wallet which they ask for, later there is money missing. The cops come and hand me my finger in an envelope, which i carry with me on the ambulance on the ridiculously short ride. Before registration at the ER I get a picture of my damaged hand. It becomes a bit of a thrill on Facebook ( pre IG ). The finger sits in a plastic bag with ice on the counter in the ER. Surgery begins around 8am. At some point I listen to doctors discussing what car to buy next. The most painful thing about the entire experience is urethral catheters. They are used during surgery. This is my second time, and I piss razors for a week, again. The correct apparatus for me to request next time is a condom catheter, if I am lucky. The surgery took about five hours and i am in hospital for about six weeks over two months, including an MRSA concern. Then I return to work, though I was doing a bit in hospital anyway. It is my first job related directly to software development, so I am enthusiastic to get on with it, as KL at that time is not otherwise a rich place for learning. I spend the rest of 2009 and 2010 competing my contract for services with this startup. When I left at the end of 2010, my consultation fee quote to the founder was disapproved and they called me an asshole. While they are sometimes up for coffee, I have not been clearly paid the company shares I was due from my contract. I retain documentation about this, but I have so-far declined to pursue legal action. That is the bulk of the story. I hope it amuses you. I still think KL is quite boring, but it an OK place to live in and do boring things.