Sports Carnivals

I am currently sitting here listening to the sound of hundreds of school children cheering on their teams at the top of their lungs.

The Team chants have hardly changed from when i was at school. There is still so much excitement in their voices, so much encouragement from the teachers running the carnivals.

It is good that even with so much technology at their fingertips these days, there are still children happy and enthusiastic about taking part in sports carnivals.Wanting to do their best, to help their team, to get a new Personal Best.

Children today are in a way, no different to the children of generations past. They just want to have fun, spend time with their friends, push themselves, challenge their limits, do one better than they did last time.

Sport carnivals bring out the best in people… yes, the worst at times, but mostly, the best.

Sportsmanship. Teamwork. Encouragement.

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Forgetfulness can be lifesaving

Sometimes i hate myself for how forgetful i can be. I will walk into another room or drive to the shops only to wonder why i am there and what i was supposed to be doing or getting.

This week, i had my surgery and i think being forgetful has actually saved my life.
In the lead up to my surgery i was very down and depressed and feeling that the world would be so much better off without me. I had it in my mind that i would tell the hospital staff that i wished to be a “DO NOT RESUSCITATE” (DNR) patient. If my time was meant to be up, that’d be it. I thought that was what would have been best for me.

Thankfully i forgot about the DNR, i forgot to speak to the staff about it and they never mentioned it to me.

Apparently i stopped breathing while i was in the Recovery Room after my operation. I am not sure how long I’d stopped breathing (I’m yet to get the results of the operation, etc), but the nurse looking after me said i had given her a scare. That has never happened to me with any other operation i have had. I don’t know why i stopped breathing but i am thankful they helped me start breathing again.

Today, a few days after the operation, my emotions are all over the place. One minute i am glad to be here, the next i feel like such a huge hindrance as i feel i should be up and doing stuff but i am physically unable to do everything i want to do due to needing to heal from the operation first.

I am an a mix of Panadol and Endone for the pain. I want to stop the Endone as soon as possible as i don’t like the side effects… the Panadol doesn’t really help me either so i may just stop taking that too.

I am hoping to be more mobile as the days go on.

I get the results of the operation and find out if the cyst i had removed was in fact cancerous. Depending on those results, I’ll know what i have to do in the future.

Whatever happens, i am sure it has happened to me because i am strong or capable enough to handle the situation…