A Story To Tell

 Here I come to this blank page. Got a story to tell.

Nice to have so much time to just sit. Do I like it. Not a privilage really but forced to. Always on the go doing things but now most activities have to stop. 

What got me into this is because I was stubborn. I don't listen to friends and the most bad thing is I don't listen to my body. 

I am inflicted with a muscle tear. The calf muscle. The feel is like you patah kaki. Very painful. Can't walk can't move.

The pain was terrible. If I had listened to my doubles partner that we should stop when I first felt the sharp pain in my calf it wouldn't have been so bad. I defied because we were catching up on points. The excitement of tennis made me ignored the pain that was creeping in. We stopped when I could no longer bear the pain.

So I watched them play from the court side. After 15 minutes or so I got up was so shocked that couldn't even stand. My left leg hurt terribly. 

 Friends helped me to the car. What a havoc I created. I distracted players in other courts. you see I am fat and heavy chubby 😉 so quite difficult to drag me to the car. Amidst pain there were yells and laughters, thinking back, it was hilarious. Can't forget that moments. Yea I have friends.

Back home this old lady cried like a child. No pain killer only pannadol at home. No one to take me to the hospilal. 

But then what can they do. I know only time can heal.

May be I forgot . I am no more young any injuries take a long time to heal. I am already down for six(?) weeks.

The other day I tried to walk without the walker I stumbled and injured my toe.The physiotherapist opined that there may be a fracture, the bruise is still there so many days since the incident.

So here I sit. The walker beside me. 

Sometimes i play the keyboard to entertain myself.

 

 

Enjoyyy