Germany: Week Three
Today I played Janco Tipsarevic. He ranks number nine in the world and just barely missed the cutoff for the ATP tour.
I won my first match with a professional tennis player.
I lost the war. It will also be my last match with a professional tennis player.
My body is not strong enough to bear the weight of my dreams. The doctors say there is nothing that can be done: that I can no longer play tennis with my left arm. I believe it. Never before have I experienced such pain. I felt something go wrong, horribly wrong, but I could not stop playing. To stop playing would be to cease living.
I snuck out of the hospital. They wanted my parent’s information. I pretended not to understand. They said it needed to be operated on if I ever want to get practical use out of it again. This, I cannot bear. Not right now.
I have wrapped it up as well as I can. The constant pain induced stabbing numbness. My threshold is higher. Tomorrow I will deal with the consequences of my actions. Tonight I will go out with my roommates and forget.
(ooc: Let's just pretend Janco wasn't called up because of the groin injury...and if you're interested I did a self log with Tez: http://pot-ljlog.livejournal.com/126446.html#cutid1 Because he'll be replying after all that, he's gonna be a bit drunk)
I won my first match with a professional tennis player.
I lost the war. It will also be my last match with a professional tennis player.
My body is not strong enough to bear the weight of my dreams. The doctors say there is nothing that can be done: that I can no longer play tennis with my left arm. I believe it. Never before have I experienced such pain. I felt something go wrong, horribly wrong, but I could not stop playing. To stop playing would be to cease living.
I snuck out of the hospital. They wanted my parent’s information. I pretended not to understand. They said it needed to be operated on if I ever want to get practical use out of it again. This, I cannot bear. Not right now.
I have wrapped it up as well as I can. The constant pain induced stabbing numbness. My threshold is higher. Tomorrow I will deal with the consequences of my actions. Tonight I will go out with my roommates and forget.
(ooc: Let's just pretend Janco wasn't called up because of the groin injury...and if you're interested I did a self log with Tez: http://pot-ljlog.livejournal.com/126446.html#cutid1 Because he'll be replying after all that, he's gonna be a bit drunk)