Feels slightly different back home.
I sleep more at home because I have to move around either to do or get something.
Walking on crutches is extremely tiring.
Meh.
Everyday in the hospital I think to myself, what if I took that shot before the opponent came close? What if I fake the cross when he came to me? What if, I just didn't turn up for football?
I would be still running and gunning now.
I am trying my best to be as bright and cheerful as possible. But, who the hell am I kidding?
After all, think of 6 weeks of total immobility, another 6 of teeth-biting physiotherapy. Really scares me to bits.
Nevertheless, I am grateful that I have wonderful friends and family around me. People who gave me support, gave me hope, gave me their time, most importantly, shown their love.
For them, I am eternally grateful.
I shall stride pass these days with bravery and I am determined to be back to my usual fitness, if not, even fitter.
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