Oh no
So the doctors called back with my MRI results, and it doesn't look so hot. He said that I have early degenerative disease. It's chronical with no medication and no surgery to make it better. In the short run: I can't jump, which simply means that I don't play front line of volleyball, and that I play stricktly as a DS. It means no soccer or track and no thunder runs; no hiking, no sprinting, no suicides. He suggests that I look into golf. In fact, he doesn't want me to play at all, and we'll se what he says on Tuesday. I hope that I can play.
It basically means that the joint is inflamed because I am wearing away the cartilegde inside my joint. In the long run though, this is something that will always bother me, and will generally grow worse.
I thought that I was immune to disappointment, since I've gotten so much of it. But this hurts badly. This hurts mroe then breaking up with a boyfriend, having a dog snak on your toe: this hurts more than having a freshman take your place in playing. I'm not going to be able to finisht he season out. Bummer. But I might be able to do club. Yay for me. At least God will give me that, since He has decided that I'm incapable of anything else. Maybe this is His form of amusement... well Sir, it's not funny anymore.
It basically means that the joint is inflamed because I am wearing away the cartilegde inside my joint. In the long run though, this is something that will always bother me, and will generally grow worse.
I thought that I was immune to disappointment, since I've gotten so much of it. But this hurts badly. This hurts mroe then breaking up with a boyfriend, having a dog snak on your toe: this hurts more than having a freshman take your place in playing. I'm not going to be able to finisht he season out. Bummer. But I might be able to do club. Yay for me. At least God will give me that, since He has decided that I'm incapable of anything else. Maybe this is His form of amusement... well Sir, it's not funny anymore.