Frustration

Well, I can add frustration to the list of emotions engulfing me in this post-season mess of a fall. Not only did university deal me a crushing work load which left me fatigued beyond belief, but now, with my Christmas break at hand, I have gone and crashed. You know, the usual winter riding, hitting ice, falling sideways thing. OUCH! My hip is bruised, but that's not what's actually bothering me. What is bothering me is the fact that I can't seem to walk. Something in my hip flexor has been pulled/twisted/and otherwise abused to the point where it kills if the muscle has to work at all.

Right now, my consolation is that it could have been much worse. Things could have been broken; I could have impaled myself on a nearby pole; who knows what the consequences could have been?

It was pretty funny though when my girlfriend and Joe Giuliano, with whom I had been riding, had to carry me up the stairs to my apartment. While I was screaming in pain, we were all laughing at the same time at our feeble efforts to get me upstairs. Finally in bed, I ended up going into a bit of shock with the shakes and chills finally taking hold of me. Not fun.

Oh well, like I said it could have been much worse. Tomorrow's plan is to visit the sports doc and hopefully he can tell me what's up.

Wish me luck!