With the military hitting pretty hard on our family with hubby living elsewhere since last June, my injury from AT war... That I stupidly aggravated at Odin's playground and SST... Putting me out of armour for months!!! With the kid not dealing well with daddy not living with us. The possibility of being posted out but not sure when, where and if. With the washer dying when we're both buried deep in gastro... Twice. With surprise internal bleeding....
I was starting to wonder who the hell did I piss off.
But now the kid is calming down. Her school is going well. My leg is healed. We have a washer and no more gastro. We're pretty sure that if we get posted out its going to be in Avacal, but there's also unofficial rumours going around that strengthen our possibilities of staying here. And the confirmation that the surprise bleeding is not cancer. There's a light at the end of the tunnel!
The storm is over, we survived, now it's my turn to raise havoc.
It's going to be strange to start fighting regularly. I wasn't excellent when I've injured myself but I know that my brain thinks I'm going to start back where I left. I'm going to have to start my mind game all over again.
I know myself. I know I'll be angry at myself for not being where I think I should be. I know I'll beat myself up. I know I'll compare myself to everyone at practice. I know it's wrong but I'll still do it. I'm like that. I just need to not discouraged myself. I also need to not be stupid and injure myself again.
Time to get up and kick some asses.
