Things that change lives

First off, sorry for the lack of blogs... The past few weeks have been extremely hectic (as I will explain later in the blog) and blogging was honestly not one of my top priorities. Unfortunately I am leaving town tomorrow morning for Philadelphia and have no idea if there is an Internet connection where I am staying so I apologize in advance for the possibility of another hole in my blogging. However I do plan to start updating on a regular basis so hopefully I can keep that promise to myself.

The past two weeks have been an interesting blur filled with what I will simply refer to as unique experiences that will undoubtedly have a great effect on my life. I was allowed to play on the B-side team of West Mecklenburg’s rugby team against the Carrie A-side team in what was undeniably the most fun I have ever had sports-wise. The game was nothing special and the boys of West Mecklenburg are more so flashy runners than rugby players but during that game I knew that rugby was an activity I wanted to be involved with for life. In an even greater high I, along with my fellow teammate Mike, was told to audition for the U-19 NC State All-star squad, which travels the U.S. playing other state teams. Needless to say I felt nearly invincible as I left the pitch two weeks ago.

As proven in countless situations life has a funny way of knocking the self-proclaimed invincible down a few rungs and this rule made no exception for me as merely three nights after one of the best days of my life I was awoken by an unbearable pain in my chest. This pain was then responsible for the diagnosis of a blood clot in my right lung, landing me in High Point Regional Hospital. My stay spanned over a full week and by the time I was released I had been given strict restrictions on daily activities… no competitive sports, no bumping into things, give yourself two shots daily (possibly for life)… The worst restriction was the limitation on sports as rugby, although not recognized in the Eastern U.S., is in fact classified as a sport.

I must run along now and prick myself with a needle. Hospital memories, thoughts, philosophies and all coming within the next few days.