No more badminton

Maaaaybe it's not a good idea to play badminton for three days consecutively like that. Well, due to tsunami plus sick plus exams, I skipped training. I skipped everything. Two weeks without badminton can really kill. But not playing then playing back could kill more. It was addicting, it was satisfying. But I could feel my entire body screaming stop.

Friday night, ankle screamed.
Saturday training replacement, ankle screamed louder, then arm starts to say stop. Midnight I told wood, I really miss them, I wanna join badminton a bit. He said, okay we'll join. I didn't expect that answer. Loong said it was full slot tho.
Sunday training, arm says, fuck you I'll kill you.
It didn't hurt. It was just weak.
After training, Loong said, there are slots.

I know if I tell wood that my arm's dying, he'd kill me for still going to second round. But I miss them. So I went anyway. It wasn't thaat bad. Lifting the arm was weak. But once it's up there, I play normal.

But it's not normal at all after all these. We went for a dinner, a movie. I realized I had to use my left arm to lift my right arm. It's totally fucked up. I know. This is terribly scary. Even scarier that wood noticed me doing this in the cinema.

Do you get me? I spend a lot of effort lifting my arm to the table, but once it's on the table, cutting the chicken was effortless. It's the lifting that's problematic. Fuck.

And he told me my right arm was burning hot compared to left. Which indicates inflammation. Is that normal? ... Ice it. Ice it fucker.

I'm actually really sad that I got my arm fucked.

I wonder what really caused this. Badminton for three days? Or for two rounds today??? This is terrible. Did you hear the alarm? The signs telling me that it's over? It's over. I'm done for Loong squad. Life wants me to quit them. I stopped drinking. I stopped joining them for badminton. I feel like life officially told me that the phase with them is done. But that's not fair!

I'm so pissed.

I feel like badminton has always been the thing that impacts my life greatly. So greatly it made me the saddest and happiest person living. Everything, were caused by badminton. It all happened because of badminton. And now look at me. I think I lost a life. And life's not mario. You don't go game over and retry. You die and die forever.

So fucked up, what is life ???

......

It's my fault.