length of the pitch

the final score of yesterday's match was 34-0, we won i'm euphoric i love my team and as you can tell from the incoherence and lack of punctuation in this post i'm not really completely in a right frame of mind, my body's aching so badly

plus the minute i woke up this morning, all thoughts reverted back to it. i cannot believe this is happening, it is absurd crazy and most of all, frightening. considering circumstances, i think i'm handling it all pretty well. but still i can't help imagining the worst - and in this case the worst is seriously the worst. the second-worst is just not knowing.

basically, the frog is feared (but not known) drowned, and i am perched atop a lilypad trying not to freak out as i desperately seek it

as usual i can only try to comfort myself with this: everything happens for a reason. que sera sera

and all that.

thank goodness i'm strong enough. thank you