Yesterday, one of my best friends Matt and I drove to a dog beach to take his dog for a walk. In the 45 odd minutes that we'd left his car, it was broken into and mine and his wallets were stolen. From there, my credit card was used for purchases exceeding over $500. Aren't humans lovely? At 7.20pm that evening, I had a netball game. At the end of the 1st quarter, the shooter I was defending brought her elbow down hard on my forehead, almost concussing me. I sat off for the 2nd quarter and was ready for the 3rd. I came back on as Wing Attack and no sooner had the whistle sounded that I jumped for the ball, came down awkwardly, and hyper-extended my knee. Yelping with pain and tears coming out in torrents, I was driven to the hospital by my friend Kerry, where I was met by my parents some time later. The GP referred me to an orthopedic surgeon, but the main thing that she mentioned was that I wouldn't be travelling anywhere anytime soon.
This next Saturday the 27th, I was supposed to be flying to Melbourne to work on a comedy show with another best friend of mine, Joel. It was me, and 5 other friends that were flying over, and we were going to flyer on the streets, go to his show every night, then party on 'til morning. As mentioned by the GP, and today confirmed by the surgeon, I cannot fly due to high risk of blood clots, and the fact that it wouldn't be worth the pain and strain on my injury. So there goes two weeks of fun with my friends on the East Coast. On top of this, it was put to the surgeon whether I would be able to fly by May. May of course, being the month that I am travelling to Melbourne for the work experience on Simon Wincer's film set. At this question, the surgeon showed an unsettling expression, and a sound that implied, "don't get your hopes up".
I thought that such news would make me upset, yes, but I have literally just fallen off the face of the Earth with depressing emotions. I've been crying periodically on and off the entire day, and I cannot seem to shake this feeling of total and utter shock and sadness. I understand that next week's Melbourne trip was something I was looking forward to hugely, but it's getting me down far more than expected.
It's confirmed a long running theory of mine though.
For some reason, in my life, nothing can go right for too long. Many people would think that this is a highly negative theory and it's one that I try desperately not to believe in, but it keeps proving itself right.
I'm awaiting the series of events that prove it wrong.
That is definitely a series of crappy, unfortunate events. I'm trying to think of something to say to cheer you up but am lacking in inspiration. I hope you can make the trip in May. I'll keep my fingers crossed for you.
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