Update on (my) lyfe and how it pertains to you · 5:52am Dec 17th, 2014
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Alright, so I'm sure very few of you you all saw the blog post about there being a hiatus because of wrestling, schoolwork, blah blah...
While schoolwork is still a big issue (spent about 13 total hours this past weekend preparing for finals and I'm only in high school ;_;), wrestling, for the most part, is not.
Why? Well, let me tell you a story, if you care. This was the year that me, my practice partner, and two other teammates were supposed to win CIFs; maybe even qualify for state. So, naturally, at the first tournament we went to, the four of us really dominated. In fact, me and my partner completely beat out everyone else in the 152 weight class, and met up in the finals. I lost to him by four points, but we were both still happy, the team was happy, and it was overall a really good night.
Afterwards, I spent some time with my girlfriend. It was during that time that I realized that my left foot had gone completely limp. It had also lost all feeling. We both thought that it had just fallen asleep, so I didn't worry too much about it. On my way home, I jumped a ten foot fence and limped about a mile. I still felt good, and I even found that I could hide my limp if I walked a certain way. I didn't want anyone to worry.
Well, the next morning, it hadn't gotten any better. I finally told my mom, and she took me to urgent care. The doctor there said that I had pinched a nerve. I forgot the name of the nerve, but he explained the entire thing and the hows and whys. Basically, the entire nerve running down from my knee to my toes had been damaged.
A checkup by my main physician and a neurologist appointment later, and I'm told that I'm out for two to three months. The rest of the season. This was supposed to be my year; instead, the culmination of four years' worth of blood, sweat and tears—literally—is a pinched nerve. Black eyes, bleeding mouths, endless infections, sleepless nights, dislocated and otherwise damaged joints... and then when I'm so close to what I've strived for, life says, "fuck you."
And it had to be the foot. I could deal with a broken arm or hand. I could deal with it if the foot or ankle was just sprained. But this specific injury right here literally makes me useless. I can barely run, I can't take people down, and if I'm pushed from behind I just fall over. And now I'm ranting.
tl;dr fuck you too, life.
So this Christmas break, after finals are over—or maybe even before then—I'm going to have a lot of free time, most likely. I'm absolutely sick of writing essays right now, but writing creatively is looking appealing again. So stay tuned for more British Octavia and CB. And maybe, just maybe some other things as well. If I feel like it.
While a physical injury didn't put me out of commission, I can say that life seems to be throwing a lot of fuck your around. I didn't even get to finish all of my tests before the break. Now I have that hanging over my head on top of everything else...
Anywho. I guess it's good to see more Close Bonds, or whatever else you want to write, but that won't stop me from saying that I wish it was prefaced with better circumstances. It sucks when four years of work feel like they were for naught. (Fear not, with fear of sounding like a fortune cookie, for a silver lining wil make itself known. Life has its ways of balancing itself out.)
2658936 Yeah, it's not all bad. I don't have to practice, and I have more free time to write and whatnot. And I don't have to practice.