the tribe has spoken.

so there was a crack in my bone.
I have 10 days till I find out if my season is over.
went out just now to get some fresh air and it was pretty good.
but I cannot get it out of my mind.
my guts wrenched in the consultation room when the A&E doc told me the recovery period.
everything that I've been working the past 4 months for.
my dreams.
my delusions of grandeur at the finish line.
could just remain as it is. a delusion.

it ain't over till the fat lady sings.
but has she sang and I simply refuse to listen?