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Coming back from camp was a very... interesting experience. Whoa.

I went to bed totally early on Friday night and woke up on Saturday morning with a horrible cold and an incredibly heavy head. It was not an experience I am too keen to repeat again. Somehow, I always manage to delay getting sick until the end of an experience. Like at camp, I didn't get sick until after whereas everyone else was sick during the camp.
Test week trundles along and I burn myself out, however I manage to not let myself get sick until after the tests.
Very convenient. Call it God working mighty hard to protect me.

Very cool thing I must divulge.
Yesterday I played a game of hockey, (that isn't the cool thing, by the way) and I got hit really hard from close range by a flying hockey ball. It managed to hit me fair and square in the rib cage.

You know when you get hurt really bad and you don't realise just how much it hurts, so you say you're fine. Then the pain sets in and it feels like someone has hit you over the head with a massive sledgehammer. (Well, maybe someone has done that to you.)
So here I was, running around on the field after saying I was fine and suddenly the pain set in and I couldn't breathe. Like something had impaled my lung.

And this is where I started freaking out. I played the rest of the game, as you do, and I started being able to breathe better again.
When I got home I checked out the bruise... I must say, the bruise is something to be proud of. It's just a pity it's in a place I don't like showing people.
But the bruise is a killer one, and even though it hurts when I breathe and sit down too, I'm still proud of my lovely injury.

To end this, I will leave you with the first verse from from a Jars of Clay song which I am/was listening to.
It's called 'God Will Lift Up Your Head'. I can't help but love this song because of so many different reasons.