I'm home!!! I shouldn't be but I am... I'm supposed to be at the padang today but I had a slight stumble yesterday during the battalion run so I don't have to go. Scraped my knee on the curb. I didn't fall so I continued running. I didn't notice the wound till after about 2km when I looked down and saw a bright red patch on my knee. I didn't stop till the halfway point of the run. Had to let the medic take a look at the wound. The funny thing is, I was supposed to be the last runner together with Jenson... And our role was to ensure the safety of the runners. (eg. No one falls and gets left behind.) How ironic.

And so this morning, I woke up pretty late. My knee was stiff. And I had a runny nose. Basically feeling kinda bad so I skipped breakfast and contemplated how I was to escape going to the padang. After much thought, I decided to report sick. But I was too lethargic to go to the medical centre till about 11am. (Its a 2km walk/limp!)

The medics who dressed my wound were strange/funny. There was this guy who was dressing a wound for the first time and this lao jiao (more experienced & senior) medic who was rating him. Then the lao jiao was like screaming, in a hilarious way, at the newbie because he was not doing it properly. I found it uncomfortably funny that they were discussing the wrong way of dressing a wound in front of me. Then the medic who tended to me yesterday walked in. And the lao jiao was scolding him for taking advice from a storeman on how to clean my wound yesterday.

I REALLY hope we don't go to war.