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Sunday, January 06, 2008

the luck of the irish

With each passing day in the relatively new year, I'm starting to believe I committed some heinous crime in my past life (judging by my recent fortunes, I was probably Attila the Hun, thereby accumulating enough bad karma to last an eternity). Surely my exploits as a superhero, saving lives and dismantling terrorist threats would have ironed things out in my favour by now - but oh wait, I haven't really done anything.

Spending 3 months on the sideline through a injury thats painful enough trying to explain, let alone suffering it - put simply, my sternoclavicular (the ball at the chest-end of your collarbone) has been knocked out away from my body at is now a good finger spacing away of where it should be, I was hoping for a dramatic return to match fitness this very morning against what promised to be a gruelling match against NUS. Dramatic for all the wrongs at it turned out. Getting headbutted on the shoulder, for lack of better description- I exploded. Residents at Dover Close were surprised to find bits of ang moh flesh littering their HDB compound.

I'm now struggling to maneoveur my slinged arm about to relay this message despite the doctor's reassurances that I was lucky not to have dislocated/broken something long and medical sounding (then again, he did look as if he'd been helping himself to morphine for a significant portion of his life), getting used to living with solely my left arm as I'll be disabled till kingdom come.

Auspicious beginnings to a new year of rugby/school/life.

Long road to ruin
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posted by butler at 1:51 am
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