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So there i was, lying on the bed wearing those really ugly robes u see on TV. I was very nervous, not knowing what to expect. The guy on the bed next to mine was being wheeled off, while the nurses went about their stuff. Despite the plenty of sleep the night b4, i felt sleepy now, yet the unnerving feeling kept me awake. Then the nurse came to my bed and said that it was time. I gave her a smile to hide my uneasiness.

As i laid down on the bed, all i could see was the ceiling lights that whizzed passed. Finally after what seemed like eternity, I was at the entrance of the operating theatre. In the holding bay of the theatre, I continued to wait as the patient before me had some kind of delay. That did not help me at all, knowing that I was next. I started to crap with the nurse and the doctor to put myself at a more comfortable position.

Alas, I was wheeled in, and they were very efficient in getting me onto the metal bed. So cold and the short operating robes covered so little. But that was the least of my worries, as they started to prepare to put me to sleep. I should have been used to the sight of the intravenous needle and the solution as my NS vocation was a medic. However, it kinda creeped me out. The anethesia was administered and I started to joke around with the nurses n doctor. Soon, all i remembered was my vision blurring and me falling into a deep slumber.

Next time i recalled was an extreme pain in my throat. It was excruciating and it lasted for quite some time. I was like wondering, shdnt my hand be hurting? But y is it that my throat hurt more than my hand. I soon found out they were sucking out the saliva in my mouth. It was this pain that shook me from my sleep.

Then like a flash, i was being wheeled to my ward (one that had no aircon, no tv and full of ppl)

Inter Varsity Polytechnic
It's THAT time of the year again, where we go out there to throw ourselves in the midst of danger all in the name of glory. Guess some of u shd know wat i m talking abt - Taekwondo IVP. Hahaha... I must say that i m so not prepared this yr, not really having the mood n attitude to train due to certain reasons. In fact, I was still contemplating whether i wanted it, till a friend who also had the same feelings spurred me on. We dared each other to take part in the competition. Hahaha... also hor... this yr's IVP jacket looks nice... gotta collect them all (pokemon).

Anyway, i was so not prepared both physically n mentally that i just slacked my way thru even on the day the competition. Having this attitude that since i will not make it pass the 1st round, might as well take a nap, which i did. Even my coach was a last minute thing, not having really the chance to train with me.

My tactics was basically to see my opponent's style n maybe i react from there, taking things easy. Who was to know that my 1st opponent was a wild boar, who kept punching me. I felt like giving up after round 1, cos i felt like i was being bull dozed by a truck... But somehow my coach "ignored" my big round eyes of pleas... Hahaha.... Anyway, i got pissed n kicked his head... and somehow i made it pass my 1st opponent. After i got out of the arena, i felt horrible. No... not cos i kicked my opponent's head and felt guilty, but cos i had huge bruises the size of antartica all over my body and a broken left hand.

So under the company of a friend, i went to the hospital after midnight. We waited n waited n waited, saw many interesting emergency cases and continued to wait. Finally after more than 3 hrs in the A&E, they told me i had a fracture that would require surgery... I looked stunned...
Anyway, my escapades at the hospital shall be covered in future entries.... But it was an interesting turn of events from disappointment, to hatred, to a silver medal. Though i may have gained a silver medal, i still do feel disappointed (some of u shd know y) and i must say that i lost alot more than i have gained. Despite so, i think that i dun regret the decisions i have made.