Personal Narrative Essay : My Favorite Mistake

My freshman year of high school I broke the Scaphoid and growth plate in my right wrist while playing in a basketball game. I didn’t know that it was broken for two weeks and I played in three of four basketball games with my broken dominant hand. I found that is was probably broken the Monday before Christmas. On Christmas Eve I was told that I would be put in a cast for the entire Christmas break and on January 3rd we would find out if it was really broke. Sure enough we came back and told that I would have to be in a cast for six to eight weeks. I was pretty devastated and upset that I would be out for the rest of the season, it had barely begun. I was staying pretty optimistic about it because it would give me a chance to work on my weak hand, it was my left, and make it stronger. I still went to practice and worked as hard as I could hoping that the coach’s

I was practicing at my competitive cheerleading gym, when my life was unexpectedly turned upside down. While performing a back walkover back handspring, there was a loud “pop” as I hyperextended my right elbow, tearing both my muscle and my ulnar collateral ligament. I promptly sunk to my knees and began sobbing. The next thing I knew, I was laboriously working through physical therapy at NASA Bone & Joint Specialist instead of relaxing at the beach. This unexpected injury would manifest to be a significant

All of the different tears have the same symptoms for the most part, as I explained before. There are many different sports that one can find this injury in, especially when it is located in the shoulder. Sports such as baseball, softball, tennis, football, frisbee, basketball and even hockey are just some of the many sports that doctors have found this injury to be common in. This past year, a boy on my brothers’ hockey team tore his shoulder labrum at the beginning of the hockey season. He was not able to practice, nor play in games during this time. Surgery for his injury was performed in November, just as the hockey season was kicking off. His recovery is expected to take about 6 months because of the severity of the injury. He was originally in a sling for the first month. Doctors’ protocol had him icing everyday for at least two hours for the first month after surgery as well. Once swelling began to go down, he began physical therapy. Currently, he's not allowed to lift more than 20 pounds. Physical therapy is going really well and he is already supposed to shorten his expected recovery time. He should be back in for this upcoming season.

During the very first competition of the season, I overextended my legs and came down wrong after doing my jump sequence. After that competition I had a dull pain in the lower part of my hip on the left side, my coach simply diagnosed my pain as a "hamstring pull" so I went through most of the season with this pain in my hip. As I went through the season the pain became so chronic that I struggled to sit at school and it hurt to walk so my mother decided to take me to the doctor. An MRI showed that I had an avulsion fracture of the ischial tuberosity, which was the bony part of the pelvis where the hamstring tendons attached. The doctor told me that my hamstring was torn off and when it did it separated a piece of bone away from my pelvic but in my case my hamstring began to reattach itself. I received the diagnosis two weeks before the Battle of the Beach National Championship which was the biggest competition of the season. As a result of this diagnosis, I was referred to a physical therapist. He was adamant that if I continued cheerleading I would require

Since my knee had not recovered within a few days, I was referred to a sports medicine doctor by the school’s trainer. By the end of my first appointment, he concluded that my knee was not sprained, but my lateral meniscus had been torn. While this was an uncomplicated, simple repair, he stated that I would still be unable to play sports for a few weeks. Disappointed, my mother and I scheduled my next appointment; the next visit held multiple x-rays, tests, and examinations of my injury. About two weeks later, the doctor discovered that there were more issues than just a torn meniscus; in addition, my anterior cruciate ligament, the main knee tendon, had ruptured into several pieces. Fighting back tears, I thought my life and athletic career

It all began with excruciating pain in my right shoulder, then came many amount doctors, and finally devastating news, I was going to have to have surgery. The news hit me like a semi-truck, I had to face my worst fear on January 27, 2016. When people first heard of my unfortunate situation they would pity for they knew what happens to softball players after surgery. Surgery is one of the hardest things to come back from in the softball world. Most players do not come back from arm surgery because it is a long and painfully process. This information terrified me, I loved softball it was my passion the idea of it being taken away from me broke my heart. I could not face the facts,therefore, I pretended my surgery date would never come. I took

My parents had set up an appointment with the local Physical Therapist, Dr. Winchester, for the following week. Upon arrival, I was still in disbelief but I continued on. For the next couple of weeks I went every week, twice a week. I had made good progress in recovery, but it wasn’t good enough for me. I asked for stretches and other activities that would enhance my progress. Fortunately, he was able to give me such activities. I had made it a point to do my stretches everyday with the aspiration of being able to at least try out for my high school. I had to be able to overcome this in a short time without damaging my arm further.

Reading these pages and the documents were interesting and they definitely helped me realize my mistakes in my writing. I always get nervous whenever I write an essay and it stresses me out if I made a lot of mistakes.

Unfortunately, halfway through the season I was unable to play: the pain and discomfort were occurring too often and were disrupting my every activity. My coach was cold and focused on winning and when he noticed me faltering on the field, he pulled me out for the rest of the season. For the next 6 weeks, I spent nearly every day standing by the bench in the cold October weather, forced to support my teammates this way.

Naturally I am a goal driven person, and for my junior year of high school, I aimed to make the varsity lacrosse team. Leading up to tryouts I trained extremely hard in the fall and winter to get my body fit. During Thanksgiving holiday I injured by lower back while training. I brushed off the shooting pain and kept on training harder, because “pain is just weakness leaving the body right?” I barely got through tryouts, but made the team. My coaches did not know I was injured until my back completely seized during practice and I could not move. I felt guilty because I failed to tell my coaches I was injured for months and did not seek help. For future references I know if there is something troubling me, to always seek for help right away because

I was scared out of my mind when I saw the words “Hamstring tendon avulsion injury accompanied by 4mm of fluid present between bone and tendon.” I had no medical history and was unaware of what these words were supposed to mean for my future in playing soccer but I know it wasn’t good. I had torn my hamstring tendon straight clean off the bone and the sensation traveled all the way down my leg and on the back of my upper leg all I could feel was a ball of torn and jumbled tissue and muscle. The only thing that I remember is the doctor looking me straight in the eyes and telling me “ You may never run again let alone play soccer without surgery which still isn’t guaranteed to help you”. In that moment everything froze I was going a million miles an hour but everything was dead and I lost it, I had every emotion in the book exploding from my brain and my heart. From that moment forward I was put into six grueling months of physical therapy. I was determined to be back playing in my first club game in August no matter what the Doctor said; he was wrong. I was pushed physically and emotionally by my physical therapist 4 days a week for six long months. If she wasn’t painfully digging her strong hands into the targeted pain spot, then we were outside attached to a bungee and she was holding me back while I ran along the street. I took time and commitment every day whether I was doing exercises

I have never have had a serious injury in my life. It was on the day of my grandma’s funeral and the day of my last wrestling meet. I really wanted to wrestle at the meet. My family told me I shouldn’t go either, but I wrestled anyway. After this day when I injured my collarbone in wrestling, I realized that injuries don’t heal overnight. I had to stay dedicated to do exercises to rebuild the muscles in my shoulder.

CCIB received a call from Kathy, LTCO. Kathy went to the facility because of the SOC 341 received regarding the staff (Aialoi) throwing the lunch box at the resident Mary Mitchell, as reported by the ADP staff Kyle Borchardt. She wanted CCIB to know why she was there, she is concerned since the licensee of the home is out of the country. Kathy arrived around 1015 am today, and knocked on the door. A gentleman answered the door (Grayish brown hair, stocky, wearing a hat, about 5'10.") He smiled at her and said "K." She asked if she could come in, he stood there and kept saying "K,K,K." Kathy clearly discerned he was a client/resident. She yelled into the home, "Hello?" Several times and received no response. She was with him aline for at least

The day we found out that my grandma was battling cancer for the second time, my parents didn't want me to visit him in the condition that he was in. but finally I told them that I just need to see my grandpa and they were right, I didn't want to see him like that, they had him strapped to a hospital bed, and wouldn't let him up. You could tell my grandpa didn't want to be in there he couldn't even speak but by the way he was grabbing us in the sense of “let me leave”. I just knew this was bad. S few weeks later they sent him to a hospital home, and we went to go visit him he was doing GREAT he was walking talking eyes open and watching the Sunday night football like he usually did, cowboys were his favorite team. I was so happy for him and me that I wasn't going to lose him and I knew in my heart that he was getting better.

On July 3rd like any other days we would go cliff jumping or hiking, it was just another day in summer, friends and I went up to semon reservoir in the mountains of Fort Collins. There was a cliff about 35 feet above the water at the moment I didn't think what was about to happen would change my life. My friend Braden yelled,” Hurry and jump off it isn't that bad of a jump.” I was at the top of the cliff not to scared to jump into the water there was a ton of college kids watching cheering me on so I hopped off into the water. Right as I hit the water I knew it was my shoulder that dislocated even worse than the previous two times. One mistake was the reason for it happening was that I did not tuck my arms in, so the impact of the water threw my shoulder out of place. By saying the worst pain I have ever felt in my life was no exaggeration in any way with the constant throbbing and burning pain was too much but i had to deal with it for a 30 minute hike. While Getting my shoes on, the only thing on my mind was the thought of missing out on sports and for the first time I had an anxiety attack of that thought. The only thing I could think of was my season is over for football and basketball which I love very much and was looking forward too all summer but knew it was over for me.