When an athlete gets injured, they get really sad, irritable, unreasonable, annoyed, weepy and needy.
So I consider myself lucky to have such a supportive, funny, understanding and patient boyfriend, always there to cheer me up. It’s only been less than a week since I got injured and Justin’s been great.
I’m also writing about this whole experience so that I don’t have to keep on whining and complaining to him. I can do it here.
Justin, as my first reader, THANK YOU, from the bottom of my heart and my torn ligament. I know you’ll be there to cheer me on and tell me I’m not fat. Sorry in advance for any additional bitchy-ness that you’ll experience from me because of this.
In case my family is reading this, THANK YOU. I know you guys are the most supportive parents and sisters ever. I just hope that you bear with me being not as enthusiastic for the next month or so. Thank you for taking care of me and my hospital bills. I love you!
Erin, thank you for always answering my calls no matter how late/early I ring you.
Sam Peña, thanks for lending me your immobiliser while I was waiting for Gold to return mine. I’ll keep it for now and alternate using yours and mine. It’s so hot I want to make sure I wash it every other day. I’ll return it once I’m done. 🙂
Gold, thanks for returning my old immobiliser yesterday.
Andoni, thank you for introducing me to the wonderful world of the ACL injury way back when you tore your ACL in 2003 and for being there last Sunday. Goodluck with your knee too.
Dr Canlas, thank you for fixing my right ACL five years ago. I’m sorry I didn’t make sure I never saw you again. I promise I’ll do therapy as religiously as I can.
I was feeling a lot worse yesterday, really pissed off and mad at what happened. Then I realize how lucky I still am and how stupid it would be to waste my time feeling horrible.
It’s Good Friday today, Jesus suffered so much. I shouldn’t complain at all.
Love and a torn ligament,
Bertha