About an unexpected injury

The moment it gave way, I knew that's the end of the game for me.

Reaching for a ball, done thousands of times previously, led to the injury that left me struggling to walk.

I berated myself. I slowly realised that this pain wasn't going to leave so easily.

I berated myself for being so foolish. To play a game, so enthusiastically, just after a half-marathon. Should have rested more.

I don't know.

Don't have the bloody answers.



It's a miracle (or beyond reason, whichever way one looks at it) that I continued to stay in school till the late afternoon, for God knows what reasons. Isn't it supposed to be like that - work pales in importance to health?


And when I finally extricated myself from school, I finally did the thing that made all the sense in the world - and checked myself into the A & E ward.




I only got to see the doctor 2 and a half hours later. I was mumbling to my wife that next time, I'll fork out a little more, do myself a favour and go to a private hospital next time - and save myself from wasting all those frustrating hours of waiting.



Thanks for the painkillers, doctor. Taking it on the first night helped numb the pain in my back. Thank God I could still sleep in peace.

I realised that every single move I made caused the pain to shoot from my back. Is my back that important? Unfortunately it is.



I wonder what this injury means for the future?