I kinda sorta fractured my spine all the way back in May lmao. It "healed" right when cross country started, and then like a dumbass I overexerted myself and instead of adjusting to trying to run again, I had to adjust to a wheelchair.
That was an adventure.
I'm still extremely torn up about not being able to participate in cross country during my senior year, but I can at least walk atian and I've been trying to figure out my new limits.
Oh yeah, my balance is shit now so I'm constantly stopping to adjust, struggle to regain my balance, regain placement of everything around me, and recover from sudden movements around me. Loads of fun that is.
I want to run again but the only sort left is track, and I'm not as good place my wise so I don't have as much of a decent challenge. Track is also kinda when I fractured my spine 😅😅.
I was practicing for steeplechase. There's two different jumps (generally) which include a regular hurdle jump, and the water barrier jump, where you land on the barrier and then push out as far as you can to get past the water pit.
Well, cerebral palsy really did it's job when it comes to miscommunication because I tried doing a regular jump and jumped from the distance of a water barrier jump instead. My foot hit the barrier, I landed on my elbows, my feet flew up above me, and about three different pops happened.
Yeah, I scorpioned. Then I laugh-sobbed for a minute, got up, and did even more jumps.
Then I ran a steeple race and got last, while the team proceeded to talk shit saying that I simply gave up since I was last.
That fucking stings, because when it comes to running I don't fucking give up. I'm still pissed.
Then later, after x-rays, my bitchy toxic cousin proceeded to misgender me and dead name me while explain that yeah, I got x-rays and was legitimately told not to do any physical exercise.
I overexerted myself twice after the fracture. Once was at work. I ended up leaving early.
The second time was at an amusement park at the end of the day. I was already tired, and then my friends toxic as fuck family started being awful to her and I said something. I got yelled at, purposely misgendered, and then started pacing angrily around the park.
That angry pacing rendered me incapable of walking for about two months. I still don't have a clear feeling
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