Anyway, I am back in action and a very very happy girl. I am FINALLY playing again. My last full game was June 10th...ugh! I don't count the pathetic attempt on July 1st against TPS. I went in at the 42 minute mark and didn't finish the half. yeah, pathetic. The silver lining in my 2 minutes of glory in that game is that I found out my knee was actually hurt, which really is the silver lining I promise. I was able to get surgery which was the only way for me to get healthy.
Surgery was July 9th and I was spoiled and extremely lucky to have my parents here to nurse me back to health. They landed in Finland on the 5th so we even had a few days of me "healthy" where we were able to tour Helsinki by feet, bike and boat. We were the ultimate tourists for the 4 days I was able to move well. It was made crystal clear where my innate spazziness comes from--them! We laughed and laughed and laughed for the 10 days they were here. Most of the laughter was delirious bouts of giggles because we were all majorly sleep deprived due to the time change for them. I stayed with them in their hotel, which was amazing except for the 3 in the morning eff bombs being dropped by my angelic mother because she couldn't figure out how to turn the bathroom lights on. Followed by a nuclear explosion of all sorts of four letter bombs from my grumpy bear sleeping father. Meanwhile I'm on a fold out mattress, picture a human-sized doggy bed, crying in the fetal position because I know that this scene is normal for the crazy ass empty-nesters. It was a shit show and I loved it.
Surgery went well! I was up and moving that night and went to watch my team play. I was probably a bit over ambitious though because the next day was pretty much misery. I couldn't move my knee and I sat in bed all day allowing my mom to cater to my hunger needs. Poor pops got really sick so he was in bed all day too. Though I never wish him to be sick, it probably worked out better that way because he has family diagnosed ADD/OCD and sitting around a hotel room all day would drive the man to jump out the window. This way, he didn't have any excess energy to lose his mind with so it was a nice peaceful recovery day for all three of us.
The 10 days went way too fast, but by the time they left I was walking almost normally and they knew I was going to be just fine. With a tearful goodbye and Starbucks (of course, I'm at the airport, duh!) in hand I was off to get back to the daily grind of rehab. If you've never been hurt you are lucky, to everyone else who has ever had to rehab any type of injury, it sucks right? Again, silver lining, it was only 3 more weeks at this point so time would go fast and I would be playing in no time. The OTHER and more exciting silver lining was that I planned a last minute trip to Paris!!
The injury released me from some of my soccer obligations so I took advantage of a few days off to make another trip. Paris has been on my mind ever since I went to Barcelona and met up with my friend Aubree. She played at state with me and is currently living in Paris as an au pair. We had conceded to the fact that a trip to France was not in the books for me because of the time restrictions of soccer, but ta-da torn meniscus frees you from the chains of commitment! Whoo! Bon voyage indeed!
Aw, j'adore Paris!! Within 4 hours of landing I was head over heels in love with the city of love. I had perfectly warm summer weather, polished, well-dressed people who patiently helped me while I butchered their beautiful language, and food on every corner that was absolutely heavenly. You would have to be a snow burrowing, surly hermit who dined on rocks to not love Paris.
The first 2 days I was by myself in a hostel in the Latin Quarter. Hostels are funny things, you can read as many reviews as you want, but it's really just a who knows kinda situation until you get there. This one turned out not to be so bad, except for the 7 flights of stairs I had to climb to get to my room because apparently elevators don't exist. I am such my father's daughter when I heard this because I know that you will not get city council's approval on ANY project without elevators or ramps. This specific hostel could have used some Folsom council members to crack down on the lack of lifts; or more likely, I could have used the crack down because my legs were burning and my newly operated knee was feeeeeelin' it. Built in rehab, cool!
The last 3 days I stayed with Aubree in her picturesque Parisian house outside of the city. Even the suburbs of Paris are adorably quaint and welcoming. We walked for miles and miles and saw most of what Paris had to offer in a whirlwind of 3 days. It was honestly the most amazing place I have ever seen. Words and pictures can't do it justice. My favorite sight was definitely the Eiffel Tower at night. At the top of every hour the whole tower sparkles with flashing lights. It is magical and truly takes your breath away. We were standing at one of the popular view points surrounded by hundreds of anxious tourists and locals alike with a harpist playing a gentle cover of Simon and Garfunkel's "The Sound of Silence." And while the chatter was an ambiguous hum at 10:59, at 11:00 there was a simultaneously gasping Ah! and then silence, except for the music. All eyes were mesmerized by the glittering Eiffel Tower and faint smiles were creeping on all our faces. I was taken aback not just by the sight, but by the whole moment. It was surreal and a feeling that I will remember for the rest of my life.
The few days in Paris went too fast too and I was back in Helsinki before I knew it. It was nice to be home and I was ready to get serious about getting healthy. The last 2 and half weeks went quickly and now here I am. Cleared to play, relatively fit again, and feeling strong. We have UEFA Champions League in 1 day. 1 DAY! We have been waiting all season for this and now it's here, I can't believe it. I had my second practice yesterday and another one tonight. Not sure how much I will play in our first game against Moldova on Saturday, but Monday and next Thursday should be a go.
I promise to keep you all posted on how the next week goes. It should be exciting and another amazing experience. Thanks for reading and all the on-going support!
Peace and Love,
Cat
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