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My Experience At The Middle School

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Determined Almost every kid in middle school will probably say that their favorite class is P.E.; I know it was definitely one of mine. I did not realize what a huge effect one P.E. class would eventually have on my life. This class period became the first in a series of events that would lead to my first hospital experience four years later. On a typical day near the beginning of my seventh grade year, the sun was shining. This meant P.E. would be outside. The class marched across the street to the field where we promptly began our warm-ups, as we did not want to lose any precious playing time. Breathing heavily, we shuffled to our proper places. The shrill whistle signaled the start of our usual frenzy. Although I cannot …show more content…

Unbeknownst to me, all of these things were guiding me to my first hospital experience. In May of my sophomore year, I decided to go to my primary care doctor for a second opinion, and they ordered more x-rays. Even though the doctor told me she did not see anything, she instructed me to see an orthopedic doctor. My mom took me to see the specialist on June 1, and he immediately informed me that he observed a relatively large bone spur on my right femur head. This hit against the outside of my hip socket, which limited my range of movement, and pinched a ligament. The orthopedic doctor diagnosed me with severe hip impingement and sent me to discuss my options with a surgeon on June 18. As we talked with the surgeon, I discovered my surgery could range from fairly simple to very complicated, but he would not know until he started the operation. Even with the MRI, which I would have done less than twenty-four hours before my procedure, I would not know how much needed to be fixed until I woke up from the anesthesia. By the end of the appointment with the surgeon, my operation was scheduled for June 24, and I had less than a week to be prepared for surgery. Out of those 6 days between discovering I needed surgery and the operation itself, I spent 3 days at the hospital. It fit into all of the notorious hospital stereotypes: bright, immaculate, and chilly. During this process, it became so familiar it was like a second

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