The Sweet/Bitter Taste of Glory

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.


Author: emma a.

I'm Emma, a Minnesota girl getting back in touch with my creative side. Since graduating university in 2008 (the first time), I've been traveling and living abroad. Seven years ago I settled in Australia with my husband. I love running, reading, writing, knitting and pilates. I'm also a physiotherapy student and soon-to-be mother of a baby boy.

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