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Last night, I dreamed that my shoulder was better and I was fencing. It felt so great, fencing again, hitting wrist picks, everything. Fantastic. I felt at home again.
Then apparently I rolled over in my sleep, did something with my arm, and woke up to something popping in my shoulder and my shoulder hurting again.
…my subconscious has a sick sense of humor.
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