For the first time, I was not the only junior picking up the Sabre today.
We had a round-robin mini sabre tournament.
3 juniors- fighting 3 seniors- over 3 rounds.
The first round began and I took on the emo senior fencer.
I lost as expected, but at least this time I was not trashed.
I fought very hard and my shoulder joint began to hurt.
The second round had me take on my female senior.
Though my hurting shoulder slowed me, I managed to win.
But my shoulder hurt even more after and I had to support it.
The third round was under way when suddenly...
Pop!
Shoulder dislocation.
It wasn't me, but the junior who was fencing one round before me.
We called in a medical student friend.
He recommended the dude be sent to the A&E at NUH.
So training came to an end before my turn.
And I've never been so glad it had.
As I clutched my hurting arm, I prayed for my friend
And thanked God.
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