Have you ever felt something horrible is about to happen, only to watch it happen and not try to prevent it? At the start of 8th grade, I was having a rough morning. I woke up with a sore knee, and of course being a guy, I thought nothing of it. I continued my day like normal until it was football practice time. I limped onto the field without letting coach see I was hurt. I took it easy at practice but we had a game in two days. On Wednesday I was not as sore but it still hurt to walk. I told my coach and my parents and they both said to have an MRI done, but I didn’t listen. I wanted to play in the game against Hastings so bad, even if I was hurt. I told coach Thursday morning that I felt great and was ready to play. The game was starting in just under an hour and I was nervous. Like most games we ran and stretched out. Our warm ups included squats, using your knee to hold you. I winced in pain as I finished the reps needed to play. I was feeling ok for being as sore as I was the days prior. We ran a half mile and called it for cardio warm ups. Me and the other Tight End went to warm up our blocking. After blocking was receiving, we are in almost every play so we block and receive a majority …show more content…
It was a half hour drive to the hospital. Feeling just as much pain as the minute before, I asked them for pain medicine, but “I was to young for Vicodin”. They didn’t know what happened to me and neither did the doctor. I went into the MRI room, nervous and feeling sick. They laid me on the table and slid me in. The Doctor hung his head as he broke the news to my parents. They pulled me out and sat me in a wheelchair. The doctor told me something I will never forget. “Mr. Lake you hurt yourself really bad, It’s an ACL injury...”. I knew what an ACL was and I looked at him in disbelief. He continued,”...I think you will need surgery and it will be incredibly hard to play sports for the rest of your life. I’m
Interviewer; In the game that you returned you limped off the field. Did that worry you?
Earlier in the spring I was playing a soccer game against the South Anchorage varsity soccer team. I was playing left midfield, taking the ball up the left side of the field when the other team’s right fullback stepped up to get the ball. I cut to the right and heard a loud snap that rung in my ears. I could not stand up. Every time I tried to move my leg, waves of pain pounded from my knee. I had to be carried off the pitch. I learned a few days later
So i have therapy mondays and wednesday. And when i went back that monday my therapist was surprised of how good i’ve gotten, because i was able to move my knee more and bend my knee more than 70%. She told me that it was good but my goal is 120% or more, for me to get to the next step of surgery. So i focused on that, and i was putting in twice as much as work i usually put in. Because the only thing that's on my mind is to get back on the field and work my way to become stronger and better. Also do what i love to do and enjoy playing with my friends and family. That's the only thing i’m striving for is to come back healthy and strong. And not do the same mistake as i did before to put myself in that situation. Finally almost that time for me to receive a phone call from my sergeant to tell me what i should do before i come in for surgery. She told me to not eat or drink once it's 7:00 because i was scheduled to have surgery at 9:30 and also she told me not to put on any lotion on my knees. So i did what she asked me to, and that whole day i been thinking about what is going to happen and would i ever be the same and how would it take for me to come back and be fully healed. So i went to the hospital it was almost time for me to have surgery and i was kind of scared but i was really looking forward to just get it all over with it. After i got done with surgery i was in so much pain that couldn’t move at all. Because if i even tried to move my leg that i would be in so much pain that i have to drink my pain killers. Once i got home i was in so much pain that i didn’t sleep for a whole week straight. But then i started getting used to sleeping without a problem or pain. But my doctor would always called me and told me what to do or if i had any problem to just give her a call. Then i asked her the next day when i could start walking and stuff. She
Sometimes you can’t control your injury and need to get back to your sport as soon as possible. Stop exercising no matter what if you feel pain and see a doctor if the pain continues. Sometimes, it might turn out that you just have to strengthen a certain muscle group. “When you have JUST injured yourself then remember RICE…. It is sometimes extended to PRICER” (Lowry 1). PRICER is an acronym that teaches the steps to recover from an injury that may not be
He told me that I should not have any problem bouncing back since I am young and active. I cannot believe that I had to let me back up mascot take care of the last few games for me. I am uncomfortable when I sit; the pain goes down the back of my leg almost to the middle of my knee. I feel okay when I have been laying around, but am still not liking keeping weight on it. If you asked what bothered me the most, it would definitely be while sitting. The physical therapist told me that you would be showing me some stretches and strengthening exercises that will help with numerous things. I would like to be able to continue my signature cartwheel/splits routine, go to the group workout at the gym, and not act like my grandma when I go home for the holidays in a couple of months! Oh and fix me fast, please; I have finals coming
Once I could bend my knee again, I started playing sports again. I took a break from basketball, but I kept up with softball and volleyball. My knee didn’t feel quite the same, but I thought that would pass. During my volleyball camp at Olivet Nazarene University, I was jumping up to block and when I landed my knee buckled and I knocked over my friend Christie. I could not believe this happened again! After I couldn’t get up, once again, the coach insisted that I go and see Ozzy, the trainer. He checked out my knee and thought I had torn my meniscus(the cartilage in the knee joint) and possibly had a small tear in my MCL(the inside tendon of the knee). He insisted that I go to O.A.K. Orthopedics (a health care office that includes 8 orthopedic surgeons) to see Dr. Ellis.
She immediately scheduled an appointment with an ankle specialist, who diagnosed me with hairline fractures throughout my ankle. At this moment, I thought that my career in sports was over as I would never come back from the months spent in a boot, unable to participate in any form of physical activity, and the months of therapy that followed, but I persevered and returned to playing condition before too long. Some people aren’t so fortunate. They sustain career ending injuries which often include soft tissue damage. The problem with injuries like these is not that they will never heal, as many of them will, but the time it takes for them to heal.
With tearing my ACL I learned what I want to achieve in my life. I want to become a physical therapist. Becoming a physical therapist is more than just a job to me, it’s a way for me to assist others the way my physical therapist did for me. He was there motivating me when I wanted to quit. I want to be their motivation when they don’t have any. I want to push people past their limits. I don’t want anyone to face a setback like I did. Being stuck behind an obstacle is lifeless. You can’t enjoy life to its fullest
In the summer of 1995 I woke up in the middle of the night screaming in pain and holding my knee. My mom discovered a large lump bulging out the side of my right knee. The next morning my parents took me to the E.R. where they told us it was "growing pains" and thus sent us on our way with 200 mg of ibuprofen. That summer I was excited to join my first softball team. I soon found out I had to sit out on a lot of games because I was hurting. As a result my parents presumed I was making it up and thought I didn't want to play softball anymore.
As the trainers began to come towards me, I get up off the court stumbling and limping. All of a sudden I feel pain rushing up my leg with a pop, following that my knee slams back in place. Hobbling to the sideline trying to avoid showing the pain I was in. I take my seat thinking and remembering how my teammate Felicia was out for the entire season after her knee injury. I said to myself, I cannot, and will not be out for the rest of the season. After two-quarters go by, the game comes to an end. A feeling of nervousness ran through my body as I prepare to see the trainers. With whispering going on between the trainers and the look they were giving my coach I was not pleased. The trainers insisted that I see the doctor first thing the next morning. The next morning, as I listen to the doctor tell me my season looks like it will have to come to an end ; with tears rolling down my face I asked the doctor what can I do so I can still play. He began first to tell me I have to get some of the swelling to go down in order to start the healing process, but I really would suggest you hang this season up so you can get a full recovery said the
“Jamie I understand your frustration but you need to work your way to the starting spot just like everybody else,” replied the running backs coach, Phil Simmons, and oh boy he was right. 15 minutes in I hurled from hyperventilating and I was asked to sit out for the rest practice and instead, I rode my bike home.
Meanwhile, during recovery I knew that I would be back on my feet and in action sooner than expected. Then I thought to myself, not to give up! Do not let down and express my passion for softball. All of my teammates, coaches, and family members were sufficiently impressed with my recovery and knew that I was going to be successful and a strong leader when it came to overcoming my weaknesses. Softball is the sport I live off of, I would not want to be anywhere else than putting in work to better improve my abilities and to be a smart strategic
They then sent me to Children's Hospital in Philadelphia where I would receive most of my treatment. At this moment, I was reminded with the memories of all the seasons I spent playing football. I grew up in this football program. For 5 years I have been competing on the field against local towns. I have enjoyed every second of it and for it to be over in less then a second was a devastating thought for an 11 year old.
It was the start of summer 2002, and the Mid America Youth Basketball (MAYB) national tournament was taking place in Andover, Kansas. Along with the rest of the team, I was excited to play some basketball for the first time since the middle school basketball season was over. Our team, Carlon Oil, had been together and played every summer for the last four years. We were a really good team, with an overall record of 65-4 over those four years and were hoping to continue our legacy. Lonnie Lollar, our coach for the summer, was also the coach of our high school basketball team. I had a history of groin injuries, and every summer it seemed that I would have to sit out at least a game on the bench icing my groin. But this summer was different, and I along with everyone in the gym wouldn't have expected my summer to end with a injury such as a broken leg.
I didn’t pay attention to the doctor at all. The day before the game came and I had to find a way to play. I decided to wrap my foot in a block of tape and go for it. Game day was finally here. It was the biggest game of the season.