Just enjoying a beautiful Wednesday afternoon among the best of company – Hugo and my mom. What could be better. After so many weeks of sadness, frustration and aching pain, I feel mentally and physically defeated by my chronic knee injuries. I am off work again for at least six weeks, as my right knee heals from the most recent trauma, my first PRP injection and the cumulative effects of my recent surgery and years of damage. It has not been an easy road and I have to admit, it is wearing on me.
I feel defeated about having a chronic injury and the negative stigma that injury brings with it for work purposes. Despite everyone telling me to just not care about what other people think, it is not always easy. I have never been concerned or consumed with what others think about me but for some reason, when it comes to work and my reputation, I take it a little too seriously. I have worked really hard over the past eleven years, not for others but for myself. I pride myself on being a hard worker and busting my butt for my work product. Then, being hurt repeatedly over the years, which is always a result of work itself, I feel as if I am viewed like a chronic issue, despite the injuries not being my fault. If you work hard and put yourself out there in my line of work, injuries are sometimes inevitable. Ever since my first knee trauma, my knees have turned into my weak point. I always seem to hurt them and as my injuries and surgeries have progressed over the years, my knees have weakened even further.
I know I shouldn’t be concerned with what others think. I know I should just focus on myself and continue to work as hard as I can, within the parameters of an injured body part and a partially defeated heart. I know I am stronger than anyone who doubts me. But I am human and sometimes, our feelings feel deflated and our souls long to have others truly understand our position. When I feel as if I am being unfairly judged about my condition, I just wish I could have an honest conversation with whomever is doubting me. I long to show them that I am hurt and just trying my best to navigate through life, like everyone else, with my own personal baggage.
After days and weeks of mulling over these feelings, I break down from time to time. Hugo is always there to lift me up with kind words and strong hugs whenever I need him. I am forever grateful for his unwavering love. Just last night, during a moment of tears and frustration, I told Hugo I was feeling depressed over the situation. Alone with Hugo in the living room, as my visiting mom was upstairs momentarily, Hugo replied, “Don’t be sad, you have your loved ones around you.” He couldn’t be more right.