So, my life has changed a lot in the past couple of months. As indicated in my last post, I started coaching and working in insurance. I work for my parents' TPA. It's not what I want to do for the rest of my life, but it's allowing me to figure it out. I also got a job coaching high school women's soccer. But, the latest news (unfortunately) is...
On October 3rd, I tore the MCL and ACL in my left knee when I slipped in the mud during a rugby game. That’s right. No big play; no contact. Just me and my clumsy self slipping in the mud. That, more than anything else, pretty much sums up my life. Those sorts of things happen to me, and unfortunately, they happen quite often.
This is not the first time I’ve suffered a torn ACL. I tore the right one back in high school, tripping over my own two feet playing softball. (I told you those sorts of things happen to me!)
There are, of course, a multitude of other things going on in my life right now (my coaching job, my insurance job, my family dramas, my impending mortgage and move-in with my long time boyfriend), but, my knee is most central to my thoughts. Why? Because how the hell am I supposed to deal with anything else when I can’t fucking walk? Stupid questions deserve stupid answers.
My surgery is currently scheduled for December 4th. That may change… I sincerely hope it doesn’t, since the other date would be December 11. There is no way I am missing a rugby moving starring Matt Damon because I’m too doped up on painkillers to go see it. No way in hell. Girl’s gotta have priorities.
I am working my ass off (well, not quite as literally as I would like to, believe me) to get as strong as I can before my surgery so I can make the rehab as easy on myself as I can. I am also struggling to finish out my coaching job for this season, as well as work enough hours for my parents’ third party administrator to keep my health insurance. Did I mention the boyfriend and the mortgage? I think I did, but I’m still coming to terms with that myself…
I started off this blog as an attempt to chronicle my experience as a volunteer-teacher. I failed pretty miserably – mostly because I didn’t feel comfortable writing about the kids or my coworkers as freely as I would have wished. Perhaps I’ll be able to chronicle it in retrospect one day, but for now, I’d like to focus on the present.
Here is my life. Welcome to it.
