There have been so many times over the last six months, when I find myself thinking, “I want my old life back, before the surgery.” Even yesterday, I found myself sitting home after wrestling once again at my spot in the living room, writing different words: that “This is my life.” …show more content…
I thought surely if I stretched a few times a day, I could avoid surgery. I did a ton of P.T. stuff to avoid it but, I never did in the end. There are some good days and bad days but the pain got worse. There was anger, and no I did not have some type of incurable disease. Even then, I was and am indulged into a share of “why me?” moments. I watched as streams of high students running along to classes at Graham Kapawsin on a spring day, annoyed that they all took their strong, and healthy hip joints for granted. As I silently cursed my own bad genes and bad luck. Yeah, I was mad without a doubt, and I was scared, too. Bargaining is irresistible. I would give up running for good, and track, too, if only I could bike then, fine. Eventually, at one point walking up the stairs was hard. I had given up everything in the bargain, except the pain. Although I don’t often admit this, pain is