In addition to being a voracious reader and writer, I am an avid tennis player. I play on local leagues and have I met many excellent friends playing tennis.
I played an excellent game of singles about a month ago. While I won that match, it cost me a lot more than I realized at the time. At some point during the match, I injured my knee. I woke up the next day in pain, not a common occurrence, but not uncommon either. I shrugged it off, and went about my day. After a few days, it was still hurting. I cancelled some tennis games. After a few weeks, it was still hurting. Something was not right.
I broke down and went to the doctor. (Ugh, doctors). I had an MRI recently, prescribed by him. I have a stress fracture of my kneecap. I will be out of playing for quite awhile.
I fear my knee injury will get worse, despite my being so careful with it. I fear surgery, I fear being not being able to play for a long time, and I fear not playing at the level I was at. I have been improving my tennis game steadily and exponentially, and this is a setback, the scale of which is still indeterminate. It’s frustrating. It’s depressing. It’s not fair. Basically, it’s life.
At least I have more time for writing?