Without sounding like a complete and utter Debby Downer, I have not had the best of luck in regard to my health as of late. I was diagnosed with Lyme disease in 2021, and while it is not a walk in the park, I have my suspicions that my illness is contributing to other injuries I’ve recently acquired courtesy of rugby.
I sustained a severe concussion back in the summer from playing, and while Lyme has nothing to do with a solid whack to the melon, I have been having issues with my eyes ever since. I finally saw an ophthalmologist, only to be told they don’t even know what’s going on in the back of my left eye, so now I have to see another specialist in London in February. Lyme bacteria are not friendly toward eyeballs, hence my suspicions that Lyme is contributing to whatever the issue is.
In addition to these lovely instances, I damaged the tendon in my right pinky two weeks ago while playing rugby and have to see a surgeon later this week. This past Sunday evening, a week after dicking my right pinky, I managed to possibly break the knuckle or dislocate it in my left pinky finger. I look like a lobster right now with both pinkies taped to my ring fingers on either hand, and it hasn’t made life itself the easiest.
I was feeling a bit down about all of this shit, and while it is certainly easier to stay in the dumps and feel sorry for myself, I decided that is not how I’m going to handle these issues. I truly believe everything in life happens for a reason, whether we are able to designate said reason or not. I’m not entirely sure why I’m having so many injuries lately, but I like to think it is affiliated with a larger, grander reason that only God can provide answers for.
Life gets hairy at times, but knowing how to handle the shit with positivity is one of life’s greatest skills.
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