It seems odd to have something so exciting to celebrate after the crazy week or two I have had. My soccer team currently sits atop the leaderboard after 5 games. This accomplishment is a testament to how close we’ve all become and how much we enjoy playing together. (It also helps that the competition has been a bit more appropriate for D grade this season.) Our favorable results thus far are 3 wins, 1 tie and 1 loss. The loss just happened on Thursday. We had the early game, the 6 o’clock, and many of our best players were unavailable. The girls who did play put up a valiant effort, and I must say I thought they played very well. It was a flustering experience, and we cannot wait to take on that team again to show what we’re really made of.
The week before was the draw, and it was as dramatic a social game as I’ve ever played. Not only did one of our opponents knock me out, but they contested the final score even though the game ended the instant I went down. Allow me to elaborate: Another girl and I were going for the ball and in the collision she hit me harder than I her, causing me to drop hard, and her to follow. The noise of the smack as my chin met the gym floor was shudder-worthy (or so I’ve been told) and it turned black immediately. After I fell, my team and the ref stopped, but the other girls kept going and easily scored a goal. The score was 2-2 when I got hurt.
At first I could not speak, I could not even move. The officials panicked and called the paramedics for fear I’d injured my head. Once I was finally able to communicate, my first words were a plea to cancel the ambulance. I was unsure as to the exact date when my emergency insurance would expire (May 1st as it turns out), and Matt and I can ill-afford such a luxury at this point.
There was much ado, but it certainly wasn’t about nothing. I called in sick to work for the first time IN MY LIFE so that I could see a doctor the next morning. The entire right side of my upper body was a mess. My neck, shoulder and the whole arm were stiff, and I could barely move without flinching. The good doctor informed me I had suffered a sprained shoulder in the fall, and that it would be 2-4 weeks before I’d be able to play sports again. I cannot risk falling again and causing further damage. My amazing boss told me “don’t you dare come in” until I felt better and gave me four days off to recuperate. When I did go back to work on Tuesday, it was extremely painful. My back, shoulder and neck feel absolutely awful after putting in 4 days and 32 hours. Luckily today is a day off, and I’m going for a massage.
My chin still doesn’t look great, even after over a week. The once golf ball sized lump has decreased significantly at least. My coworkers have been amazing. I tried to power through as best I could this week, but the other servers constantly offered to do things for me, and for the first two days, I let them. Today I feel like some of my recovery’s been wasted, and I just hope I get enough rest before I go back tomorrow night.
Matt has made everything so much easier over the last week and a half. He was so attentive and sweet the entire time I was home sick. We actually had a really nice weekend together, and this weekend’s shaping up to be a great one as well. With everything that comes at us I am more and more certain that I picked the right guy. Or perhaps it was the right guy who picked me. What a lucky girl I am.