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31/12/2005
28th Dec 05:
Off to AH first thing in the morning. It's the 4th day of running for me and i'm feeling good, especially the blood rush tt does my arm good and lets it straighten with more ease. Whatever decision i get from the specialist will decide my future in ocs, tt of a cadet or an ooc. i sit there in the waiting area, w my heart in my mouth, thumping furiously and going over and over the words i'll use w the doc. Fighting for my survival it seems.

The doc looks me over and listens to my plea. He sets down his foot. 'No, i will not reduce the period of rest.' he looks at me w a little bewilderment, ' this is a dislocation, a serious injury' 'Doc, i'll ooc if i don't make the thailand trip' This draws a look of sympathy from him, a short period of silence, before he says ' i'm sorry, i still can't reduce ur rest because it is impt tt u rest now' you see, patients nowadays are so argumentative, so combative, take me for eg.

My dad has been in this w me from day 1. he was the one who has been supporting me in my effort to regain the use of this right arm, and to regain fitness to join in the activities again. I slump out of the room. The eventuality of out-of-course was a realistic option from the night before. it's true, nothing can change that now. The doc even throws in physio, u know, so tt i can occupy my time while i spend jan in spore. i'm resigned to my fate, n the news is taking time to get to me. my heart is still numb, or was it still in my mouth... i'm not sure anymore. o o c ... is confirmed.

i have an ikea lunch with shao, whom i meet at AH pharmacy. he can't believe it either, n i tell him it's bad tt i see him on the day i ooc. i make my way back to camp, lugging along plenty of food for the hungry monsters, khebab, chicken rice, carrot cake. i'm keen to settle the paper work, get my new status and new instructions and get out of camp.

All this, however, not before one night in camp w the boys. It's a last charlie november ( cup noodle) session, a last night chat, a last shower w the buddy ( in completely separate cubicles). i'm tired, from all the verbal battles. it was a good fight n i didn't leave any field unexplored. i tried all ways and means. no regrets here. now, i just wanted to move on, w memories fully loaded nonetheless. To ooc at this time, from what the rest say, is a waste. what can be done other than agree... the ooc report is done w the helpful LTA Kal. It's all paperwork now, nothing else there.

i'm emotional, i'm taking it in. i take time to pack my belongings into boxes and bags, ready to move out anytime. It's time to leave.

wizzing away on 9:10 AM

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