The start of the semester wasn't exactly what I've envisaged. As if having it pouring all week long wasn't enough God decided that I needed another punishment. The rain meant that friendly matches that I've co-organized had to be cancelled causing frustration to both parties. Not only that, it frustrated me further to know that I am not able to hold training sessions which means that whatever progress that I was looking forward to has been impeded. Right now, I have very little faith in my own judgement thanks to forces that are beyond my control. Oxymoron much? Perhaps. But that's because I've lived my life with the principle that everything can be controlled. Well, external forces, ones far more powerful that I am or will ever be have other plans in mind.

To add to this misery, I just had to sustain a knee injury during a game for my club. The whole thing happened in a blink of an eye. Heavy guy fell down on my leg in a position that is far too awkward for any ligaments or tendon to stay undamaged. Thankfully, me screaming at the top of my lung stopped everyone in their tracks for if they didn't, I was certain that I would have been trampled upon by guys who are of more than 100kg in weight individually. I didn't dare to look down to see what had happened to my leg for fear of seeing that it has been detached or even a fracture. I've overly dramatize the whole situation but that was what ran through my mind at that time..thinking of the worst that could have happened. Thankfully, everything is intact- superficially that is. All I felt was this numbing sensation that ,thankfully, God has built our bodies to be of certain manner when faced with such situations.

Right now, all I can do is to limp my way around with the help of powerful painkillers. Sleeping on the night I've sustained that injury was a sleepless one as when I turned it my sleep, I would be awakened by the sudden sheer pain. Trying to fall asleep in such a weird and conformable position was particularly hard. If it wasn't for the drowsiness that came with the medications, that night would have been a sleepless one.

Till now, I still have no idea the extent of this injury. All I know is that there is no fracture as confirmed by an X-Ray test earlier. Thankfully, Fahmy managed to slot me in for an appointment with his sports physician tomorrow. Else, I would have to wait till the 21st of March just to get an Orthopedics specialist's assessment. By then, any chance of me recovering just in time for the Quad-Unis would be nothing but just a wish.

I've no regrets about what happened last Saturday. Whatever happened was probably meant to happen anyway. All I can do right now is to look forward and recover the best I can. No point crying of spilled milk and it is certainly pointless to feel sorry for myself. I have a lot of people doing that for me already. My contribution to that department is unnecessary. I'm going to hope for the best and expect the worse from here on out.