I wanted to upload this journal since I don't want to seem dead,well,at least more than I really am I guess.The reason why I wrote the title is because I'm going through a hard time with my health,and it all has to do with soccer.I'm not...really the sports type.Actually,I HATE everything that has to do with exercise.Recently,I've been getting interested in the sport because of a friend of mine and he started bringing a soccer ball to school,so since there are some goals we can use,we started forming small teams and play together at lunch.I discovered that I'm quite good as a goalie,and I'm not bad at stealing the ball away from the players of the opposite team...well,kinda,if you count stealing balls after kicking their legs...anyway,the point is,I've been doing lots of exercise lately.I even write some comical stories about our school games on my profile in facebook,and it feels nice to have so many friends commenting and liking them.Back to the bruise,I accidentally kicked my friend in the shin (I believe that's how you say it) and we both fell down,me hurting us both in the process.Well,yeah,I let out a scream at the top of my lungs,but I didn't cry and it only hurt in that moment.A few days later I noticed I had this huge lump on my leg,but it didn't hurt unless I poked it hard or squeezed it.My mom took me to the doctor and she said something about some broken capillaries,so all I had to do was put some towels with warm water and rub it a bit so it could go away in a few days.Unfortunately,I got hit 3 times on the same place,so the stupid lump grew more and the skin around it got a blackish-green with an additional bruise.I could barely walk after this,so yesterday I had to move around while limping and grunting in pain.Today I woke up to see that it didn't hurt anymore! However,the lump is still there,but it doesn't bother me anymore and it's almost gone,so I guess I had nothing to worry about...or at least that's what I thought until lunch.
Since I didn't want to get hit...AGAIN...I decided to stay away from most of the players,so I only defended the goals for a while.I had a good time playing though,I laughed so hard with my classmates I nearly peed my pants! But...some of my classmates are too obsessed with winning that they start to break the rules so they can make a goal.I went to pick up the ball so I could pass it,a few kids threw themselves on top of me,so I fell down but I still had the ball in my hands.When I was standing up,my face met with the foot of a pipsqueak trying to take the ball away from me.My glasses fell off and I nearly started crying,trying my best not to beat her up,so I clenched the side of my head and tried to calm down.Right now,I have the mark of the sole of her shoe plastered in my face,along with 4 scars.After that,I changed positions with a friend so I went back to running on the field,but after she let the ball pass...in the most IDIOTIC way ever,my temper decided to take over me and I started screaming at her.No,I wasn't meaning to hurt her feelings,I was laughing with her the whole time,but when I was going to yell at her again a sharp pain hit my chest.I didn't complain at first,but then it started raining so I had to run back to my classroom before my English teacher got there,but when I reached the building I could hardly breathe anymore and I was shivering since I was soaked.My straight hair got all wet and tangled,but I really didn't care about it at the moment.I spent the whole classed clinging to my chair,panting hard and crying since I couldn't stand the sharp pains I got each time I inhaled.It was raining hard,and I couldn't go to the office to call my dad,so I asked to go to the bathroom and called my dad from my cellphone.He said that I should lay and calm down,and that if I wasn't feeling better I had to call him.I didn't feel any better in my last two classes,and I couldn't leave since I had to do an oral report for History,so all I could do was lay my head down and rest for short minutes.When my last class ended I went to my aunt's house,and I had to wait an hour so I could call my mom to pick me up instead of my dad,since he had to pick me up so I could go to my music lessons.My mom came worried as ever and drove me to the doctor again.She said that I had an inflammation on my ribs,but my heart was beating normally and there weren't anymore problems,so she gave me some pills and told me to rest,and most importantly,NO exercise for a week.
So here I am,breathing short and fast breaths and taking some painkillers,not daring to look at my horrible face and letting the self pity kick in.Still,there are some good news too.Spring break starts for me tomorrow,since my teachers have some meetings,so I can catch up with my drawings.Also,I finally learned to use my scanner,so things from now on will be easier for me since I don't have to do my sketches on computer anymore (although I wish I had a tablet).I won't be drawing on the first few days,I'm not in the mood or condition right now,so for those who I still owe art I ask you to wait and have a bit of consideration with me.The exercise wasn't a total waste,since I haven't raised a single pound since the last time I got weighted.My mom managed to fix my hair back to normal,and hopefully I'll be fully recovered in a week.
For those who are reading this,I thank you all for taking your time,it really means a lot for me.I...was hoping if you could leave a comment,I'm kinda depressed now and I could REALLY use some comfort,so I'd really appreciate it if you write a few words for me.
That's about it,there's nothing more for me to say so good bye and take care~