This past week I have been noticing that I am acting strangly. I am always on edge, sassy, flighty, annoyed, worried, freaking out, or all of the above. I seriously don't know what is going on with me. Tuesday, in World Cultures (seventh period), I started freaking out. I was having some sort of weird nervous break down. At first, I thought that I was just nervous for the test I was about to take, but I had studied for it and knew all of the answers. My whole body was shaking, and I could barely write. (My hand writing was so bad it almost looked like Byron's hand writing... sorry Bud, couldn't resist). I noticed that my breathing was short and weezey, so then I thought I was having an asthma attack, but my breathing calmed down after about 5 minutes of deep controlled breaths that made me light-headed. As Mr. Kreklow passed out our tests, my whole body started shaking again. I looked at the people around me and they weren't shaking, and they didn't even notice that I was. I gave a worried glance to Mr. Kreklow as he returned to his desk, but he did not react at all. Staring at the page, I tried to calm myself down, but it wasn't working very well. I read and reread all of the questions and answered them to my best ability, but so many things were rushing through my head that I could not concentrate at all. I noticed that I calmed down a little bit after handing in my pathetic attempt of a test. My body continued to shake throughout the class period, and when the bell rang, I practically jumped out of my seat. I rushed to my locker, and then headed to my eighth period Biology class. As my body was still shaking in Biology, I decided that I needed to find away to calm myself down or driving to softball practice after school was going to be very dangerous. I have no idea how it happened, but finally, fifteen minutes before the bell rang, I calmed myself enough so that I could at least write again.
Softball practice that night was sketchy, at best. Coach decided that it was going to be a conditioning day. So along with our normal drills and workouts, we had to condition. As a first baseman, every ball that I dropped, I had to run all the way around the field (which is a pretty long distance for a softball player who only sprints from base to base). We had to run a ladder drill, in this drill we had to run 4 home-firsts, 3 home-second's, 2 home-third's, and 1 home-home. We did that drill 5 times. We also had to do a bunch of throwing drills where we were tracking 5 balls at a time. Which means throwing ball after ball after ball. This absolutely killed my already injured shoulder. I could barely hold my arm up enough to drive my car home. And now I have to wear this weird icing contraption that ties around my neck and around my arm and applies REALLY cold ice to my shoulder.
(I'm not one for complaining, but I figured if I was going to complain I should get it all out in one post.)
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