In the
afternoon I have a hit of tennis with Bradley. I feel old. Past it. Can’t move
my feet. I try and focus. Try and concentrate. I trip and fall. My left hand
goes out to break my fall and protect me. My left wrist becomes very sore. What
happened?
I can’t
handle it. This injury as well as my other problems is too much to handle. I cannot cope with this injury. My wrist is
strained. It is too much for me. It
dominates my being. I suddenly realize a fit healthy person copes much better
with a strained wrist than a sick invalid. It really matters. One illness makes it much harder to cope with
or get over a second illness. I have learnt something.
The next
day I try some stretches. Left wrist is sore. Try and move it this way. That
makes it worse. Try and stretch it. Still sore. Every time I move or rub it, it
is sore. Is it time to retire? Is it time to leave tennis to the younger people?
I know I can get back into it. Time the ball again. Move my feet. Do I want to
get better at tennis? Is it worth it? Do I want to improve my footwork? Is it
time for me to retire. I wouldn’t be the first person to quit. Is it time for
me to start acting my age. It’s depressing. The moment I decide or somebody
tells me it will be depressing.
Leaving
the Gold Coast I think. What do I need to do when I get back to Hobart? Perhaps
a few plans will help. I somehow need to get my life back.
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