I resign

Fuck You! You stupid, dumb, annoying, incredibly painful injury. You damn lacerated Achilles tendon! You tore in half way back in June, 4 months ago, and yet you are still here. Somehow, I still cannot run, and I just started walking three weeks ago! Somehow you are yet to be healed, and I have not ran since June because of you, and haven’t even played soccer since then either. I’ve been going through treatments, strengthening you, loosening you up, making you healthy again. But some way you find a way to nag nag nag and remain hurt. All I want is to be healthy, but you have other plans. You are threatening my career, but not only that, I can barely even walk due to you. I can’t walk more than a mile a day, otherwise you become aggravated and painful. I get sore after walking to class each day then I have to sit through class with the pain. I am getting my education paid for by the school’s soccer program, and now due to your bastardness, I can not even play. The coaches are getting upset that you are not healed. And they are starting to blame me for the injury. This has gone on long enough. I have sat on the ground at practice since August and I have to sit there are watch my teammates play. During games, I am relegated to filming from the booth and can’t even go on the field. I have to go to physical therapy during practices Monday Wednesday Friday so I don’t even get to step on the field those days.

I have ran and played soccer every day since I was 10. It’s what I do, I live eat and breath soccer. I have ADD so I cannot sit still. Ever. And yet now I cannot run, I cannot play, I cannot kick or do anything. This is the longest I have ever gone without running in my entire life! I haven’t ran since June! And I’m on track to start running in January. So that puts me out 6 months!!!! Unbelievable. Simply astonishing that one little injury could keep me out for so long! And the worst part is, is that I can not do anything about it. I cant work it out. I can not rest it to make it heal faster. There is absolutely nothing I can do to speed the process up. Absolutely nothing. This is what annoys me the most. I have nothing to do, but work hard in my therapy so that it is stronger when I get back. That is all I can do. All I can do is work hard to make it stronger when I get back. So here’s this, I resign form you! That’s it, I’m out, I’m done! Wait, my Achilles is attached to me, I can’t run away form it, I can’t take it off, I can’t do anything. I can’t run for leisure, or even walk to the mall. You make it impossible. I wish I could quit you, but it is both literally and physically impossible. Be gone you ghastly dog!