Damn...
So today (Monday) my quad felt a little funny walking up stairs but I thought nothing of it. I really wanted to play soccer with everyone in the afternoon, so I assumed I would be ok by then. When I got to soccer my leg was not that bad, but not perfect. I jogged around a little and tried to do high knees but that really did not feel good. I decided to play goalie which would not have to run much. I kicked one ball and was out. My quad was done. It hurt just standing there. It hurt to walk. I sat down, and it still hurt. I elevated it, ouch. Nothing was good.
Funny (or not so funny) enough, another guy, Jordi, did the same thing I did. His leg felt funny so we went to play goalie and a few minutes later he was on the sideline with me. I felt bad for him but it was also nice to have a buddy to walk home with. We looked ridiculous walking home together. We both hobbled in the same fashion and even funnier, we hurt the same leg and same muscle…twinzies!!
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The walk home should take 5 minutes, but it took a little longer given our state. Every hobble felt bad, every elevation change, everything annoyed the muscle. Finally, we got home (laughing the whole time at how ridiculous we looked), and I still had stairs to go up. They were not that bad but I went really slowly and only stepped with my right foot. A nice French girl asked me if I needed any help; just when I had lost hope in any nice french person, one shows up. I denied the help because I am stubborn and made it to my room solo.
The independent streak was over and now I needed help. I did not have anything cold to put on it so my friend Molly walked to my room to deliver me ice. Then, without asking, my neighbor/classmate/friend Dor came to check up on me (and give me muscle cream stuff)! I felt so loved by all the help I had gotten without begging. I have hope in humanity again!!
It does suck a lot to be crippled right now, but it did make me happy to see that people were willing to help me out.
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