So, then it all went nips-up

FML. I try and be as positive as I can because negative stuff gets you nowhere, but I'm finding it really, really hard to be all smiles and cheer this week.

It was scrimmage on Monday night and we were playing in our teams for the grad bout on Saturday. It was interesting playing with new people and working to new tactics but I was really enjoying it. Everything was great, right up until the moment when, in the pack, a teammate tripped and accidentally took me down with her. I landed hard on my left arm, got back up and kept skating. It wasn't until after the jam that I was able to take stock and figure out that my wrist hurt. A LOT. I iced it, it hurt more. I played a few more jams (like an idiot), fell again, it hurt more. More ice, a trip to our president/nurse Sister Wreck'd Me (bitchin' name I've always thought) and she prescribed no more skating, strapping it up and going to the doc's for an X-ray.

I strapped it up and slept on it (not a good night, that), went to work the next day, then the local Medical centre. And got diagnosed with a fractured scaphoid bone. The scaphoid is one of the wee bones at the base of the hand, and it is a right bugger to heal. Apparently, failure to treat it properly can result in bone necrosis (nice) and major surgery. I asked about the chances of playing in the bout this Saturday and, well, did not get the response I'd hoped for. I've also sprained my left shoulder in the fall and that will require physio, though my doctor isn't sure how well that can work in conjunction with the fracture. I'm seeing a specialist next week, but could be in a cast for up to SIX GODDAMN WEEKS. So no bout, no training, and possibly missing the next bout too. Disappointed does not begin to cover it.

What's worse, school's break up next week for Easter and all my plans for the holidays just went up in smoke. Motorbike ride round northland? Gone. Surfing? Nuh-uh. Climbing? Nope. Going for long, leisurely gym sessions every day? Not bloody likely. I'm showering wearing a placcy bag so even going to the gym in the mornings has become a logistical nightmare. It's my birthday next week and I'd planned to go and shoot some pool with the peeps. I can't even play bloody pool now!

I've been so excited about these holidays. This term has been nothing short of nightmareish and I was looking forward to a break just for me, where I could do lots of fun stuff that I wanted to do. Now it's all gone.

I'll be honest, I've found it hard to keep on with wearing the Big Girl Panties on this one. I have cried out of sheer frustration (not to mention it's pretty bloody sore). I feel really low about it all, I really needed something to go my way for a change and now this.

Argh.