day 1593 – hootie

back to back season winning the spirit owl with gstrings. we uphold to being a highly spirited team in regular season and that’s no different at playoffs. an early exit wasn’t what we expected but we came out of our zone and my team knows it. the hardest part of being on the sideline while my team was on the brink of elimination is knowing i could step in to help but at the same time, couldn’t. if doctors gave me the nod, i would have in a heartbeat,  risked everything to play in a splint and have it taped so all surrounding joints are immobilized. at some point i just realized people are right and i need to take it easy at the right moment. regardless, i still wanted to be there for my team

day 1543 – muggy days


a whole week of wet and muggy weather further dampens my already bad mood at the moment. day fourteen of being in a splint and i can’t help but feel very depressed that i can’t do seemingly basic things. others just see me as being grumpy; it’s hard for anyone to understand what it means to me to be on the sideline missing out what i love doing. i’m doing everything to the best of my abilities, and that makes people forget how much pain and inconvenience i’m in. the countdown continues, but the thought of taking the risk is always on my mind

day 1513 – bad hand 

looking back i would say it was a good day, but a costly one. i caught everything that came my way, all except one; the very ball that killed my hand and changed a lot. more than five weeks after, it still affects me greatly and continues to sideline me. i’ve been seeking for someone can help fix it and put it on its recovery road. when will i be able to open a jar of peanut butter pain free

day 387 – dysfunctional

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my uncooperative legs have been preventing me from carrying out my regular routines. currently on the mend with my finger crossed whatever that’s bothering me is not too serious like the original diagnosis because i hate being benched and watching from the sideline. i hate it when it interferes with my routines and no one understands how i feel how hopeless and desperate i feel