Optimism is my best defense.
Optimism is my best defense. - Rod Stewart, Baby Jane
Injured my lower left back during badminton training on Monday. GAHHHHHHHH
I know it could be worse, but for a moment this afternoon, or maybe even a few moments, I was frustrated....
I was in pain. Realized the injury was getting worse.
I couldn't bend down to pick up the milk let alone lift it out of the fridge.
I have a massive monster of an ass due Friday.
It dawned upon me that I might not be able to make it to the Australian Uni Games in Brisbane in 2 weeks.
The damn physio put me on hold and the on-hold music was crap.
A certain donkey was scaring the jeepers outta me by saying I might be paralyzed if I'm not careful..
I felt like a bloody grandmother.
And then, it got better...I got out of bed and said hello to the world. I put on some Simon and Garfunkel and bobbed to "I am a rock. I am an iiiiiiiisland." I received a parcel from my patron angel in Nottingham containing something that made me laugh out loud at the post office. (If you're reading this, you will not believe how brilliant your timing was. Truly touching. I will remember this.) Also the physio visit was positive. They said that with ample theraphy, drugs and stretching, I will make the 2 weeks deadline. For the moment though, I have to be a brussel sprout and lie in bed all day. Wheee.
Moral of the story? We're all gonna be bloody grandmothers before we know it. It's not fun. Be grateful if you're reading this with a fully functional body. At least you don't have to worry about whether you've misplaced your DENTURES or right eyeball just yet...
Now... to find a pain-less sleeping position. How tough can this life get? :)
posted by Lin @ 2:04 AM
3 Comments:
Wow... all of two weeks. That's such a looooong time. Mine's six months. What's your gripe again? At least you can be a brussel sprout. And if you're reading this without a fully functional body? What then?
And here's the spellchecker at work. It is spelt DENTURES. If you know first aid, the recovery position is almost always the most comfortable one to sleep in with a *ahem* bad back.
Here's one experience. I WAS paralysed for 6 hours. Believe me, it's no scoffing matter. Looking at your toes, willing them to move, and unable to even elicit a twitch...
I said I was frustrated for a moment or two, not dwelling and wallowing in self-pity...I know it could'ave been worse and I am nowhere near 'pin cushion' status yet, it's just that the timing could have been better and I was bummed considering I've been training so hard for this thingibob...ALSO mind u, I made a conscious effort to be careful NOT to injure myself but it happened when it happened.
Why am I trying to justify my momentary lamenting anyway? I'm a girl...i'm entitled to whinge once in awhile.
Not fully functional body? I don't know...I had pins and needles just now. My foot wouldn't function. Don't look too deeply in to it. I'm an arts student.
Brussel Sprouts are badstuff.
And Dentures your ass!!
(oww...that would really hurt...:))
i'm tired...your page contrasts makes my eyes water....[try flipping from your page to the comments page, it sure is tear-jerking]
and yeah, i picked out DENTURES too.
And don't pull people out of bed anymore! Your back can't afford the tugging!
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