Two years ago I fell quite badly i a pre season game and hurt my leg. Somehow I was unlucky enough to get a very unusual injury and it took long time to find someone who actually believed the pain I was in and then to find someone who could actually help me with my injury. But two years later it was finally time for surgery. I played my last game the weekend before and I the pain was saying that I should stop, but I had this weird feeling like I knew it was the last one for now. And Monday morning my phone rang and they told me it was my turn on Thursday.
I went to the hospital the day before the surgery and met the doctor and we just talked trough what he will do and how the recovery will go. It all felt good and I was so happy that it's finally the day that I will get well again. But as they said in one of my favourite tv-show Greys Anatomy "we often have to make you sicker in order to heal you." And so they did, the doctors are happy with the surgery, but now it's my turn to learn to live with it. Learn how it is not to be able to take care of myself, walk or do whichever simple everyday thing. For 6 weeks I am not allowed to use my leg and they think that it will take about 3 months before I can go back to normal everyday.
Some days are better than others and I can see this as soon I will be good again and I will try my hardest to focus on. I hope this will give me a chance to be able to run again. Of all the things I couldn't do after the injury that's what I miss the most.
And all the amazing people I have around me, days like this a message on the phone or quick visit is worth everything. I am so thankful for the support I have around me.