
This is going crazy. I'm getting restless by the minute. I can't sleep or think properly.
This knee's killing me! Thank you so much honey for driving me back home and spending half the night eating home deliveries and watching a couple of DVDs with me. It eased the pain, abit.
I'm crashing Sports Council first thing tomorrow afternoon to get this busted knee treated as soon as possible before I leave for Vietnam next Monday. And then I'll get back home to do some gym and maybe if the knee behaves, I might do some serious skipping.
I can't be doing nothing lazing about.
ARGH! The replay of that unfortunate moment during night training scares the shit out of me. The pain was excrutiating, I thought I was going to die with my soul pulled out from my left knee.
I swear to God, I had images of amputated legs and the operating room, and wires and the nightmares of not being able to walk or run, or do anything human at that point of time. When I tried to get up on my two feet, but I fell again.
IT SCARES ME.
I thought I would never see light again. My eyes were spotty, and my legs were trembling. Just at that second, blood rushed to my brains and suddenly I felt so upset.
I was in fury.
I had to grit my teeth throughh the whole process of icing, and walking to the lockers to get showered, and limping. It hurts so bad, I need to get a numbing jab for it.
*covers face with hands*
I hate this. I hate this.
Got to get back in shape pretty soon. See you around.
P.S: I appreciate your company, Summer. I love you.
the girl who never grew up,
Million Dollar Mutton