I am back from 2 days medical leave. Apparently, ze old bastard came back.
(read: old injury)

On the 10th of August 2004 (or was it 2005?), i was admitted to the hospital for acute muscle spasm. It was so terrible, i couldn’t move an inch. Every small move would hurt and if you’ve never seen a grown boy cry, its definitely not a good sight.

Anyhoo, im feeling kinda down. The long-awaited trip this Friday would be another ‘sit-by-the-beach-and-feel-sorry’ trip. The doctor said “For the love of God, DO NOT DIVE/SNORKEL!” Ok, ok i get it! So hello coconuts, and a good book. Maybe i should finish up Jarhead. I think i should! Oh, and please God, no rain. I beg you.

FYI, i have already reserved a spot at the beach. This is where i sip my drink, finish up my book, and be green with envy thinking of the fun the missus and her colleagues are having, diving in the middle of the South China Sea.
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