I hate hospitals

I was at the hospital today with my broken collar bone, hopefully for the last time. It’s been a bit over six weeks since I busted it, and today was my final check up. Everything is healing nicely the doctor says, and then I ask “so it’s fine to play football (soccer) again, then?”. He then proceeds with advicing me not to do so, because the bone’s not fully healed before three months after the accident.

Three months? The h*ll if I’ll wait until June with playing football again. I’m more than fit enough to play, and I’ve heard tons of people who had a broken collarbone and started playing again after six weeks, so I’ll join their ranks. Oh well, I guess it means the next few of weeks will be a tad bit risky for me, but hopefully I won’t have to go to that godforsaken hospital again. I hate that place. I’m always on time, but I always have to wait, forever and ever and ever.

Oh and “real” blog post on its way, I swear.