my decay
so i went to the knee doctor the other day...
and he told me a lot of great news.
since ive worked so hard at therapy, I'm a month to two months ahead of schedule . and my leg is stronger than my unhurt leg.
after i passed my strength test, cherel was like "You can only run at therapy, on the tread mill, for a small amount of time, for two more months"
yeah, my doctor said that not only can i run outside and on the track, but i dont even have to go to therapy anymore.
do you realize how fucking GREAT this is??
this is my life being handed back to me. On a silver platter no less.
so now, i have to work out like everyday, which is wonderful because i did that anyway before i tore it and i can run after school with daniel. And in a month, i can start working on soccer conditioning at the epi center with a personal trainer. At that point, i can start practicing non-contact with my school team.
when im done with that, after like a month tops, i can play contact again.
I can play at the last part of the season...Im going to be on the team again.
I guess thats what a shit load of effort can get you.
two more months and i will be building myself back up to be the player i used to be. and JUST in time for club try outs too. (well, yeah, i already made the team because i was the mvp last year, but hey... i should at least go.)
god, when i left the docters office, i felt 4324 times more lighter because so much stress and pain had been lifted.
fucking take that, blafield. can't play goal cause she'll hurt herself my ass.
on another note, a less happy note, ive been a rollercoster lately. daniel and i had another epic battle about prom. this time it got pretty bad and we both said things we didnt mean. needless to say, i was really upset and couldnt sleep that night, so i went to school with about one and a half to two hours to my name. My stomach was cramping really bad too because i ate 8 dollars worth of shit at mcdonalds a few days before and was just now digesting it. Oh yeah, and because i was so caught up with the prom thing, i didnt study for this huge test in us history ap.
So i get to school and i see daniel, and I almost started crying because i really love him and i hate it when we fight. he was in a lot of pain last night too and i cant stand the thought of that. we silently hold on to eachother while we slowly walk to class with rachel, then we realize shes crying. So daniel says if he takes her home, hes not coming back. I couldnt make it through the day without him, i was way to raw and unsettled. So i figure fuck today.
And i skipped for the first time in my life.
Im not really proud of it, i don't like missing school. I dont like falling behind. I missed three weeks because of my knee, after trying to recover from that, i see NO point in skipping. i mean, i go to school sick as hell and with no sleep. thats just a common occurrence for me. but ive never tried to go to school that emotionally wrecked before (well, save for last day of school last year... but that a huge difference) Im not an emotional person... he brings that out in me.
Well, we took rachel home, and her mom got her a doctors appointment. then me and him went back to his house. God... after just five minutes of talking to him and having him hold me and stroke me.. i felt reborn. We talked for a while on his bed, it was beautiful... then we took about a three hour nap that i needed horribly. we got up and he cut his hair and i ate some chicken. and hung out for a while.
then he took me to school and i talked to lauren.
yeah, i hate it when people make assumptions about my actions with NO reasoning and NO clue as to what the fuck was going on. I didnt go to his house to have sex. Sorry, I can do that in my free time. So next time, try to have a little bit more faith in me, because that's really not fair.
Anyway, then he took me to my moms classroom and i of course told her right away, because i really wasnt trying to get away with anything. She was upset at first, but more concerned i guess. I didnt get in trouble.... i cant say i ever really have... she even said she wouldnt tell dad, so thats cool. i guess being a perfect student for so long, i have some built up fuck-ups i havent used yet.
Oh well, that was my day. I really enjoyed being with daniel. i really didn't enjoy missing class. Take that as you will.
Im just glad we're both ok now.
Prom is stupid for luring girls in like that. : /
and he told me a lot of great news.
since ive worked so hard at therapy, I'm a month to two months ahead of schedule . and my leg is stronger than my unhurt leg.
after i passed my strength test, cherel was like "You can only run at therapy, on the tread mill, for a small amount of time, for two more months"
yeah, my doctor said that not only can i run outside and on the track, but i dont even have to go to therapy anymore.
do you realize how fucking GREAT this is??
this is my life being handed back to me. On a silver platter no less.
so now, i have to work out like everyday, which is wonderful because i did that anyway before i tore it and i can run after school with daniel. And in a month, i can start working on soccer conditioning at the epi center with a personal trainer. At that point, i can start practicing non-contact with my school team.
when im done with that, after like a month tops, i can play contact again.
I can play at the last part of the season...Im going to be on the team again.
I guess thats what a shit load of effort can get you.
two more months and i will be building myself back up to be the player i used to be. and JUST in time for club try outs too. (well, yeah, i already made the team because i was the mvp last year, but hey... i should at least go.)
god, when i left the docters office, i felt 4324 times more lighter because so much stress and pain had been lifted.
fucking take that, blafield. can't play goal cause she'll hurt herself my ass.
on another note, a less happy note, ive been a rollercoster lately. daniel and i had another epic battle about prom. this time it got pretty bad and we both said things we didnt mean. needless to say, i was really upset and couldnt sleep that night, so i went to school with about one and a half to two hours to my name. My stomach was cramping really bad too because i ate 8 dollars worth of shit at mcdonalds a few days before and was just now digesting it. Oh yeah, and because i was so caught up with the prom thing, i didnt study for this huge test in us history ap.
So i get to school and i see daniel, and I almost started crying because i really love him and i hate it when we fight. he was in a lot of pain last night too and i cant stand the thought of that. we silently hold on to eachother while we slowly walk to class with rachel, then we realize shes crying. So daniel says if he takes her home, hes not coming back. I couldnt make it through the day without him, i was way to raw and unsettled. So i figure fuck today.
And i skipped for the first time in my life.
Im not really proud of it, i don't like missing school. I dont like falling behind. I missed three weeks because of my knee, after trying to recover from that, i see NO point in skipping. i mean, i go to school sick as hell and with no sleep. thats just a common occurrence for me. but ive never tried to go to school that emotionally wrecked before (well, save for last day of school last year... but that a huge difference) Im not an emotional person... he brings that out in me.
Well, we took rachel home, and her mom got her a doctors appointment. then me and him went back to his house. God... after just five minutes of talking to him and having him hold me and stroke me.. i felt reborn. We talked for a while on his bed, it was beautiful... then we took about a three hour nap that i needed horribly. we got up and he cut his hair and i ate some chicken. and hung out for a while.
then he took me to school and i talked to lauren.
yeah, i hate it when people make assumptions about my actions with NO reasoning and NO clue as to what the fuck was going on. I didnt go to his house to have sex. Sorry, I can do that in my free time. So next time, try to have a little bit more faith in me, because that's really not fair.
Anyway, then he took me to my moms classroom and i of course told her right away, because i really wasnt trying to get away with anything. She was upset at first, but more concerned i guess. I didnt get in trouble.... i cant say i ever really have... she even said she wouldnt tell dad, so thats cool. i guess being a perfect student for so long, i have some built up fuck-ups i havent used yet.
Oh well, that was my day. I really enjoyed being with daniel. i really didn't enjoy missing class. Take that as you will.
Im just glad we're both ok now.
Prom is stupid for luring girls in like that. : /