“He divines remedies against injuries; he knows how to turn serious accidents to his own advantage; whatever does not kill him makes him stronger”

I dont know why, but this class, my only 8:00am class, inspires me to write. I feel as though Im 'cheating' myself if I walk away from this classroom without having constructed some form of grammatically correct arrangement of words. 

This stage of my life, needs to draw some sort of conclusion soon. I have never before been this frustrated with myself. The containment associated with this injury and surrounded by this brace has caused my mind to go into overdrive. Essentially, I feel like it will spin out of control soon. I want to run. I want to roll over in the middle of the night with out a sharp pain shooting up my leg. I want the be able to stand in the shower for more than 5 minutes without feeling like Im going to fall over. I want to jump. I want to play with my teammates and my hallmates. I want to be able to keep up with my friends. 

For the first time in my life, I want to be like everyone else. 

Im tired of people taking pity on my injury. Im tired of everyone underestimating what I still maintain the ability to do. Im tired of being treated differently. Keep your sympathy. Show me honesty. Show me something real. 

I just want things to go back to the way that they were. 

At practice last night, I watched the team run drills and practice plays. I have never in my entire life wanted to run fitness drills as bad as I do now. Im envious, for lack of a better term. I want to be out there with them. I dont want to watch from the sidelines anymore. 

Its only been 8 days.