Ok, I admit it, now I'm dreading tomorrow. Or at least very anxious. I don't know how they plan to do this job: does it require a saw? a big hammer (with precision laser sights)? (They have to break my feet to reconstruct the right foot's big toe; it's twisting inwards)
Today I caught myself doing scissors walking back from breakfast. (scissors explanation: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y4oQiiFfYac just watch the opening dribble tricks. those are scissors.) I guess it's a nostalgia thing, like I know I'll miss it once it's gone. Of course it will come back, but not being able to dribble around my room and embarrass people is going to be really annoying.
However, I totally gave in to human nature this morning and didn't go run like I normally do every other day or so. Kind of ironic, since today is the last day I'll be able to walk for a while. Recovery will be even harder I think, 'cause whenever I'm injured I ALWAYS want to play before I'm ready. I once snapped my ankle in half but continued playing and schooling people, awesome feeling. I miss it just talking about it, being that midfielder that controlled the game, whether it was with both feet or just one.
Oh, I've totally forgot to include the reason why I'm doing this surgery so early. Normally it was planned to go down around new year's, but if I had done that I wouldn't be able to play with my brother's team (or at least be in shape.). I've never played soccer with my brother, and have always wanted to. He's always had this curse that he could never find as good a coach as I had (dad rules), but finally he's found one, and I want to play (and play well, meaning in shape) for them this spring. So it's not just a medical procedure really, it's for a personal goal and a family cause. More to come later, I'll probably take my laptop home tonight after my math exam so I can freak out on this blog tomorrow morning before checkin.
By the way, check in is at 10:00am, surgery at 12:00pm I believe. Later.
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