Now let's get one thing out of the way right off the bat. I am not an athlete, I have never been a great athlete. Ask my brothers. I am the person who walks and breaks an ankle, this is a true story, it has happened (granted, I was drunk).
I grew up with two younger brothers and was a tom boy. I hated the fact that I was a girl and thoroughlly detested the fact that I was in t-ball, softball, Brownies and the likes of that. There's nothing wrong with any of those things, but the fact of the matter was that my brothers did cool stuff- like pee standing up and play lacrosse. When I decided that I wanted to play lacrosse, my Dad was concerned about his little girl getting hurt, so he said no, I joined Karate. If I couldn't hit or get hit playing lacrosse, I was going to spar.
I became infatuated with karate and practiced all the time, I then became obsessed with basketball and thought that I could get a scholarship, so I trained. I would lay on my back on the floor of my bedroom and practice my shot- ensuring the backspin was there- 200 shots a night. Form was everything.
My tomboyness followed me into highschool and I dressed like a boy, I will show you pics later... The tomboyness continued to the point where I participated in intramural sports with my brothers in hockey and soccer. One day when I was 15 in PE, we were playing quad soccer and I was my usual competitive self. I chased down a ball and passed it off, my knee was hyper extended and a schoolmate kicked me behind the knee.
I recall it like it was yesterday. My knee popped. I went down. My leg was just hanging there. I went to the clinic and remember breaking down afterwards in the van on the way home. I knew then that my attempted sports career was over. My Mom thought that I was melodramatic.
Little did she know.
Fast forwarding to today. I have had 4 knee surgeries to date- 2 ACL and 4 have been due to meniscus. I have also had an ankle surgery from the walking drunk and breaking it. I have had a blood clot as well. This should be noted that ALL of this has occurred on my right leg. My lucky leg.
This blog is about my most recent injury. I tore my ACL and meniscus back in October coming into work. I just had surgery on Friday. I won't go into the details of the work injury or the work-related stuff, because well, it's not important here. This is more about maintaining some sort of sanity and ensuring that I don't get depressed or eat my feelings- cause God knows I can do that.
6 weeks off of work will prove to be interesting. I have already had tons of visitors and support. But as I recall from previous injuries, even this dwindles and that is fine. People have their own lives and their own things going on. I am not upset about that. I know that at the end of the day, I have myself to count on and I am going to be the one getting myself through this injury.
So, there you have it. A little bit of history. Quite a consolidated version, but you don't need to know everything. Yet.
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