Personal Narrative: Injury Recovery

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Injury Recover
The time was ticking down on the score board and the nerves were starting to kick in. Every second it got closer to the game to start, the more my heart would beat. It felt like my heart was going to explode out of my chest. Then it finally happens, the score board alarm went off letting us know that it was time to start. My heart was beating a million miles per hour; I wanted to pass out. I couldn’t understand why I was so nervous? The pressure of being a returning starter doesn’t seem like a big deal, but a returning starter is supposed to be great. I didn’t know if I can be great, I didn’t want to let people down so I was going to do whatever it took, to make sure that wouldn’t happen. So I ran on to the field like nothing …show more content…

I tore my patella Tendon and I would need surgery and that my season was done. When I heard that I wanted to cry, not because of the pain in my knee, but knowing that I couldn’t play again. It was like all my hopes and dreams were crushed right in front of me. The surgery was easy because I had good doctors and medication, but I was more mentally hurt. All the blood, seat, and time I spent on the offseason so I have one of the best seasons went down the drain. I was depressed; I just wanted to do was lie down in bed all day like an old man. I felt like there was no point; my grades wen down even though I was an honor student, I was in an all-time low, I could of died for all I cared. I needed something, because I was alive, but I was dead inside. But I found hope by my physical therapist who told me that there was a chance I could play again before the season was over. It was like I was risen from the dead because I was excited, he told my how hard it would be, but if I put in the work that there would be a chance. The next weeks, I worked harder than ever, there was no way that I wouldn’t play again that season-I was like a rat chasing cheese- I was willing to do anything to play again. There was time I was in pain, but I wouldn’t stop. As I got better I kept asking my therapist if I could play yet, he kept saying maybe next week. I kind of had given up on asking him, until one day after a session he looked me in the eyes and said I was

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