Post by Megan Treamon on Apr 13, 2019 19:11:34 GMT -6
Everything won’t stop hurting. The moment I was fully capable of moving off Stranglemania’s wounds without wincing Uprising happened. Brenna Gordon happened. I’ve been needing to nearly knock myself loopy with those painkiller pills everyday just so I can go around and do things that I used to do without batting an eyelid. Shannon has convinced me to visit a doctor and we even took little Sarah with us, though we had to promise to get her some ice cream afterwards. So now I am behind a screen getting my clothes back on my bra and thong wearing body, having finished showing the doctor all the bruises and scars all over my body, especially the most recent marks that are still pulsing this sting through my body.
“Thank you for letting me see, Megan. If anything your current marks, your accounts of the nights you can’t sleep because of your constant pain and the numbness you said you’ve been feeling in both your arms in a while. I’m afraid that I don’t have the best of news.”
“The last time you said you ‘don’t have the best of news’ I end up finding out that my body has months left in it at most.”
I point out with a soft chuckle as - now dressed in my Amon Amarth shirt and tight black pants, Shannon once told me she really like me in them so I made sure to get spare - I come out from behind the screen and sit down opposite the doctor, not without momentarily clutching my side though.
“But it’s worse than that.”
“What do you mean, doc?”
With concern written all over my face I lean forward.
“During those two matches you’ve had, at both Stranglemania and Uprising, you’ve pushed your body way beyond what it can handl-”
The ding of his computer captures both our attention. Clearly he must’ve gotten some kind of important email or something as he turns his screen away from me before looking all serious.
“The results of your MRI scan last night has arrived.”
The seriousness in his voice, as well as the sharpness of his eyes, enforcing my attention upon him as - after a moment of composure - I dared to ask:
“What does it say.”
“It confirms what I thought yesterday…”
He looks at me and pauses for a moment, as if reluctant to speak.
“I can confirm that you do have very early stages of cervical spinal stenosis and because of the highly increased risk of paralysis from the neck down or even potentially death, at a hard enough fall, I can no longer medical clear you to wrestle anymore.”
Those last few struck like Gáe Bolg through the heart. For as long as I can remember I’ve always wanted to be a wrestler. I’ve dreamed of becoming a professional wrestler. It is that dream that has helped me survive the abuse from my family. Has helped me cope with moving to a different country. Helped me overcome Sebastian’s taunts and abuse. Helped me through my darkest hours. And even helped me find, as well as provide for, my perfect family. And now, because my body is falling apart, I have give up living that dream. How is this fair? I want to keep going…but how can I? I cannot get too hurt since I want to be there to see my little Sarah’s graduation, see her fall in love and even marry my lovely Shannon. So…that mean…I have to say goodbye…
Goodbye to my dream.
“What’s wrong Meggy? Why are you crying?”
I blink in shock, finally registering that - at some point - the doctor brought my fiancee in to help me move. But wait, why is my face so wet? Are these…yes…these are my tears that are going down my face. Without knowing what to say I crumble and slump myself against Shannon’s shoulder, tears flowing like rivers as a loud noise pours into here…even though, from what I can barely see, neither Shannon or this doctor are talking.
“Thank you for letting me see, Megan. If anything your current marks, your accounts of the nights you can’t sleep because of your constant pain and the numbness you said you’ve been feeling in both your arms in a while. I’m afraid that I don’t have the best of news.”
“The last time you said you ‘don’t have the best of news’ I end up finding out that my body has months left in it at most.”
I point out with a soft chuckle as - now dressed in my Amon Amarth shirt and tight black pants, Shannon once told me she really like me in them so I made sure to get spare - I come out from behind the screen and sit down opposite the doctor, not without momentarily clutching my side though.
“But it’s worse than that.”
“What do you mean, doc?”
With concern written all over my face I lean forward.
“During those two matches you’ve had, at both Stranglemania and Uprising, you’ve pushed your body way beyond what it can handl-”
The ding of his computer captures both our attention. Clearly he must’ve gotten some kind of important email or something as he turns his screen away from me before looking all serious.
“The results of your MRI scan last night has arrived.”
The seriousness in his voice, as well as the sharpness of his eyes, enforcing my attention upon him as - after a moment of composure - I dared to ask:
“What does it say.”
“It confirms what I thought yesterday…”
He looks at me and pauses for a moment, as if reluctant to speak.
“I can confirm that you do have very early stages of cervical spinal stenosis and because of the highly increased risk of paralysis from the neck down or even potentially death, at a hard enough fall, I can no longer medical clear you to wrestle anymore.”
Those last few struck like Gáe Bolg through the heart. For as long as I can remember I’ve always wanted to be a wrestler. I’ve dreamed of becoming a professional wrestler. It is that dream that has helped me survive the abuse from my family. Has helped me cope with moving to a different country. Helped me overcome Sebastian’s taunts and abuse. Helped me through my darkest hours. And even helped me find, as well as provide for, my perfect family. And now, because my body is falling apart, I have give up living that dream. How is this fair? I want to keep going…but how can I? I cannot get too hurt since I want to be there to see my little Sarah’s graduation, see her fall in love and even marry my lovely Shannon. So…that mean…I have to say goodbye…
Goodbye to my dream.
“What’s wrong Meggy? Why are you crying?”
I blink in shock, finally registering that - at some point - the doctor brought my fiancee in to help me move. But wait, why is my face so wet? Are these…yes…these are my tears that are going down my face. Without knowing what to say I crumble and slump myself against Shannon’s shoulder, tears flowing like rivers as a loud noise pours into here…even though, from what I can barely see, neither Shannon or this doctor are talking.
