Saw the doctor yesterday. I did a number on my knee. 2-3 weeks of PT and I am scheduling my surgery for August 18th. Recovery is a B. It will not be easy, I will be out of work for a while. But he says I will get back to where I was in 9 months, light jogging in 3. I am just in shock still that I really did this to myself. All I wanted to do was GAL. I wanted to play a sport I enjoy, lift my spirits, meet new people, and now I am down for the count. My summer is sort of shot. I know it could be worse, but taking repeated blows just wears me down. Nothing and I mean NOTHING comes without struggle to me.
I am not allowed to stay in this self pity much longer. I won't myself. I am just tired. even though my dad and stepmom are taking me and staying with me for four days, the truth is, the absence of a partner is truly truly felt in times like these. I feel awfully alone.
But this is how I am used to doing things, so I will just keep moving forward and doing the work that needs to be done.
