Week 1- Hibernation

So as you guys all probably know I tore my ACL January 24 and had surgery February 1st. I figured what better way to kill time than a blog and track my progress. I ┬ánever thought it would happen to me and I kind of thought I had lucked out because I had never torn my ACL before. But nek minnet I’m on the ground crying like a baby because a girl’s knee came into mine on defense and I felt it pop and give out under me. I instantly had a pretty good idea what had happened and freaked out like any normal person would have…. maybe? I had so many thoughts going through my head like how everything was screwed up now and how I wouldn’t be able to make the WNBA again this year. How all of MY plans for this year were shot to heck. After everything settled down I became calm because I live by the philosophy that everything happens for a reason. I’m a believer in Christ and have learned from plenty of experiences and hardships that GOD’S plan is better than mine. I mean.. how many athletes have gone through the same experience and came out a stronger and better person/athlete in the process? SOO MANY! How big of a piece of crap would I have to be if I didn’t do the same? How selfish would I have to be to feel sorry for myself in this situation when so many people have experienced worse things? It would get me no where. Who am I to take only the good things from God but none of the bad? I realize that this couldn’t be all bad and that something good must come from this. It will give me chance to sharpen up on other aspects in my life like my relationship with God, my family, my friends and figure out who I am in the process. Maybe learn a new language or learn guitar with all my new found free time if i ever find the motivation. ­čÖé So to this obstacle in my life I say “Challenge Accepted!”

So the first week was bruttle because my parents and I were all stressing about everything. Like what country to have the surgery in, what the insurance will pay for, when to do it, and which doctor. It was a mess. We were at each other’s throats a wee bit by the end of the week. I think my parents found it hard to believe that I’m a “responsible” adult now and don’t need their help as much figuring things out. I think they were a lil bum hurt that their baby is almost all grown up. But i truely did appreciate having them here for the emotional aspect of this event and for everything they did do to help out and support me. Anyway, it was a stressful freakin week but in the end I got my surgery ASAP just like I wanted. The first week after surgery I basically went into hibernation. I slept the whole time and couldn’t be bothered to eat, watch tv, read, or think. I blame that on the pain killers they had me on. Gooood stuff might I add! So by the end of the week when I finally got out of the house and into the light of day it was a big day. It was a like a vampire coming out of it’s lair into the daylight. I didn’t sparkle like in Twilight but it had almost the same effect. I didn’t really eat all week because I was nauseous. That probably wasn’t so bad considering my normal “hungry hungry hippo” habits of eating every time I thought of food. It’s hard thinking of stuff to do when you’re stuck in the house all day. Napping is definitely a good time consumer. Lately I’ve been awake for at least 7 hours out of the day. ┬áBaby steps haha Well that is about all I have to say now. So laterz gaterz! Xx

“More than that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.”

-Romans 5:3-5

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