Depression

Months back, was thinking how things were going smoothly at work, and for my health in general. Even then, the thought that a low would always follow a high, was not far. Then it hit me...

First, I caught my right leg under my left stretching for a soccer ball skittering across my running path. The result is a fortunate one really, considering the pain that shot through my knee that first night, and my GP's initial diagnosis that I might have torn my knee ligament. I was staring at months out from the game, not to mention, running. Imagine my relief when the specialist found only my ligament stretched. I even managed to run close to 10 KM the week after. Now, the pain has come back in a smaller degree. So I am listening to my body: must get more rest.

Soon after that run, I was caught again. This time, with viral infection, some unclean food I ate which I have no idea what exactly - but not Japanese food, definitely. It had me down for five days, till Tuesday. Now, though back on my feet, I feel weak most of the time, unable to even read for long hours, and slowing down at work. In the midst, depression set in, thinking I may never run again, never kick a ball; or worst, never be able again to work, or read regularly. Life has no absolute assurance, if you think about it.