I've decided to make a blog because writing in a journal is too difficult. & someday I hope to be cool & famous & I'll be able to say, "Check out my blog." But as for now, I am a 16 year old with no social life & I'm more than okay with it. Now, I have no intention of making this a sappy blog with touching topics or heart breakers. But I can't promise it won't happen. I doubt anyone will ever read this or feel inspired by it but it's still gonna be here. So, drum roll please for my first blog post:
If you know me well, I guarantee you will associate softball to my name. IT IS MY LIFE FOLKS & YOU BEST BELIEVE IT. Back a while, perhaps seven months, I was hittin' the weight room in hopes of getting buff. As I was doing dips (an awful exercise I suggest NEVER doing), I heard a loud pop which would quickly lead to my long seven months of recovery. Get ready for a long heart breaker kids.
Now I won't say I wasn't prepared in any way for what I had coming. 14 doctors appointments, 1 surgery, no softball, 7 weeks of physical therapy, & countless tears.. can & will do a lot to ya. It was not a right away thing where I thought, "hey, I just tore a ligament!" it was more of a, "shake it off". It wasn't until I was in a car accident in December when I was forced to use only that wrist where it began to really ache. I went to 3 different doctors before we finally did an MRI & found the torn ligament (this was in January.)
All the while, we were say, "I hope it's better by open gym!.. I hope it's better by high school try outs!.. I hope it's better by the end of the end of high school ball!. I hope it's better by summer!..." It was the week of high school softball try outs when I got the news I would be needing surgery. When March 4th came around, I prepped my movies & fluffed my pillow because Sami on pain meds was AWFUL. Let me rephrase that, that whole week was AWFUL. But I am sooooo grateful for my family & friends for the countless times they came to my need!
I won't bore you with all the details, (although if you are having a bad day, look at my post-surgery videos. HAHAHAHAH). But I think I can be the first to say Heavenly Father is trying to teach me a lesson here. I'm not quite sure if I have the best patience in the world, but I can definitely tell ya I am close. Somewhere deep inside, there is a part of me that is thankful for this trial. Because of it, I have a new appreciation for my parents, a new love for softball that I wouldn't ever have known without not being able to play for 7 months & a pretty rockin tan line :) although I'm no where close to being performance ready; this weekend I was able to play in my first softball game IN SEVEN MONTHS & THERE ARE FEW TIMES I REMEMBER BEING THAT HAPPY. Long story short, injuries suck.
If you read this to the end you deserve an around of applause because I may have bored myself just writing this. Sorry for the sappy post but I'm just happy to be here & I just love ya.
Much love,
Sami g.