ankle

I thought I was fortunate compared to the rest of them. Bound by wheelchairs; legs in casts. The longing to run freely or even stand, the mere thought of it running through their minds?

Everything was going fine, really UNTIL "Can I see your mother?"

It happens that things happens.
It happens that bad luck falls on people.
People like me.
It so happens that my ligament went in between my bones.

Well, it is a possibility but the fact that I have to go for a MRI scan shows that the likelihood is large.
And so if/when the MRI scan confirms it, I have to go for a minor surgery to remove the ligament.

Well, I supposed I should be quite happy that I finally know what is the root cause of my months of agony.
How frustrated I was.

Do you know how much I want to train my stamina?
Do you know how much I want to play the game like there's no tomorrow?
Do you know how much the dancer in me is wanting to get out and dance?

Maybe I don't know either. I'm so tired to the point of being burnt out. Maybe I should back to art while waiting for my ankle to heal. Do something thereupathic. Meanwhile I shall wait in agony and hope that OBS won't hurt so much.

You're my Healer
You hold my every moment
You calm my raging seas
You walk with me through fire
And heal all my disease

I trust in You
I trust in You
I believe You're my Healer
I believe You are all I need
I believe You're my Portion
I believe You're more than enough for me
Jesus You're all I need

My Healer, You're my Healer

Nothing is impossible for You
Nothing is impossible for You
Nothing is impossible for You
You hold my world in Your hands