My heart pounded inside my chest as the doctor analyzed my knee for the first time since the incident. It appeared as though my career playing softball had concluded with one wrong twist of my body. He placed his brisk hands on my lower leg and I braced myself for the pain I assumed would follow. I would have been relieved from the lack of pain as he maneuvered my knee. That is- if I had not been inspecting the doctor’s weathered face, searching for any slight facial movement that would indicate an extensive injury. But with a furrow of his brow and a slight frown in the corner of his mouth, both his and my worst case scenario had been confirmed.
Proceeding the visit, my MRI scan revealed I had torn my Anterior Cruciate Ligament and Medial Meniscus. I remember my father’s head drop into his hands as if he had lost all the muscles in his neck at once. Seeing such a strong man in this state left me faint at heart. The road to recovery was winding, and I, with a faulty limb, was afraid to take that first step.
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The next months following surgery entailed countless visits to physical therapy. I often left the office in utter pain and frustration with the slow progress I had made. Specifically, the fact that it took all concentration and effort to perform a task which was once muscle memory took time to fully comprehend. I learned to channel my frustration into as much hard work as I was allowed in the session. Bending of my knee led to strengthening, which led to walking, running, and later on agility and endurance. Throughout the process, as I reached a new levels of overcoming this setback, it filled me with newfound determination to work as hard and efficient as possible to return to the
A time I had to overcome adversity in my life was when I became injured during the middle of cheer tryouts. At the time I was very passionate about competitive cheer, and my goal was to make the junior five team. When I got to tryouts everyone was tumbling, stunting and doing the dance routine. My adrenaline was pumping as I went to warm up my tumbling and throw a roundoff, back handspring, layout. I was determined to accomplish this for tryouts and impress my coach, but I was still very nervous. As I was running into the roundoff back handspring, I knew something was bound to go wrong. The next thing I knew I was in the middle of the air and suddenly landed on my knees, with my ankle twisted under me. My face got bright
After sustaining a knee injury that required for surgical intervention while in high school, I struggled with recurring ailments throughout my intercollegiate career. It was not until my father, who is an Osteopathic physician, was performing manipulation on me did we begin to diagnose the potential causes. The issue was muscle imbalance and limited flexibility in certain areas of my body that was shifting majority of my weight onto my knees while performing certain movements. This went unnoticed by physicians because while performing examinations the scope was concentrated on the immediate areas around my knee. With the knowledge I obtained through manipulation I have been able to treat my knee ailments by strengthening and lengthening muscles throughout my body. Having this experience helped solidify that if I am to be the physician I aspire to be, it is imperative to be trained in this form of medicine.
Another way knee surgery changed my life is I can do sports. I wasn’t able to do sports because if I well or got bumped it could damage my knee even more. I can play basketball, football, volleyball and many more. I am planning on trying out for basketball this year and I’m really thrilled about it. Without being able to do sports then I wouldn’t really have anything to do. My friends would all be at their games or practices and I would be doing nothing. Now that I can do sports it’s really changing my life.
In November of 2010, I was playing basketball in the fifth game of my senior season. It was just like any other game. However, I would soon find out otherwise. It was late in the game; I drove into the lane and got fouled hard. I was knocked so off-balance that I speared the floor with my knee. As soon as my knee hit the floor I heard a “snap” that I will never forget for the rest of my life. Little did I know at the time, that would be the last shot of my high school basketball career. Not long after my injury, I consulted a doctor. After getting an x-ray and an MRI, the doctor informed me that I had completely torn my ACL and would need to have surgery. An ACL tear can be a very devastating injury. The anterior cruciate
In my personal experience it was the opposite. Physical therapy is a slow process that preaches hard work and patience overall. It’s a step-by-step process that involves removing elements by the week such as cast, crutches, plastic boot, and finally learning to walk on regular shoes again or being able to use the body unaided. It’s equally frustrating as it is painful to see slow progress. Follow the instructions but also keep a strict regimen outside the clinic with movements that restore strength, motion, and flexibility. Slowly start easing into training and sport at an easy pace and work from there. It’ll feel like starting for the first time but it’ll be less risky than going all in on the first day
I’ve have been through hardships and hard times, especially with sports. One of many injuries was when I was playing basketball during open gym. As I went up for a contested lay-up, I twisted my leg. Not knowing it was still planted, I chipped the tibia in my knee. Though it hurt, I was still was able to walk it off. My father and I went to the
My knee suddenly feels as if someone set it on fire, and I instantly know something terrible has happened. My body quickly goes into shock, and I succumb to a sea of blackness. Awaking I hear a loud, sobbing sound of a wounded animal, slowly realizing that sound has come from myself. I open my eyes to see my mom, Coach Pendleton, and the athletic trainer leaning over me with questioning looks, as if they can not see the pain that I am feeling. All three are shouting questions at me as the red and black crowd sits silently with horrified faces. The trainer’s mouth is moving but I have no idea what she is saying, and it is as if I have lost my hearing, because the pain is too much too bear. Finally, I start to regain my thoughts and I can hear the trainer asking, “can you locate your pain for me?” I point to my knee, which is already swollen like a balloon. My mom and Coach Pendleton slowly help me to my feet and carry me to the sidelines like a child, where my team is staring at me with tear-filled eyes. I overhear the trainer talking in hushed voice with my mom, saying, “ I am concerned with the amount of swelling in the ACL area of her knee.” My stomach drops as I consider what she's just said. I will miss many games of my senior year, in the sport I love. My heart slowly shatters as I sit
Hearing the pop of my knee was the last sound I wanted to hear while kicking a soccer ball during tryouts junior year. I fell straight to the ground, and knew instantly something was terribly wrong. To this day, I recall how heartbroken I was when I heard the news that I tore my ACL, and I never thought it could happen to me. Just the thought of not playing sports that year was emotionally difficult because sports have always been a part of my life. I could not imagine a year without participating in athletics, however at the time I did not know it could have a positive impact on me.
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
As many know, I had surgery this past week. Surgery is extremely rough, especially for those who have been constantly battling their problem. My knee has been a mystery for my doctor for over two years and I can not fathom why this crazy mishap happened to me of all people.These last two years have been the worst years of my life due to unexpected illnesses and surgeries.
It is time to speak about my injury that happened about two years ago. A lot of people nowadays ask me almost every day “Deshaun why don’t you play football for the M state Fergus Falls Spartans? “ and I tell them I didn’t get all of my football equipment in time, so the coach didn’t let me play, but in reality, I can’t play because I have a very bad back injury. So now for the people that are curious about what happened to my back here is my story from the beginning to the end.
The surgery I had was a pretty major surgery some could say, four though six hours and it's compared as open heart surgery. It wasn't the surgical pain though that caused me to stay there longer then i was supposed to no, it was some kind of nerve pain that even the doctors and nurses had know idea what to do. My case was so uncommon they sent me into ICU after fives days of being in pain two hours three times a day. Not knowing what to do the nurses would just shoot me up with a bunch of drugs just to calm down the pain and all I could do was watch as this was all happening while gasping for air.
With an ever increasing number of people becoming involved with athletic activities, there is an increasing number of injuries occurring which can be devastating for the individual. Most of the injuries that affect athletes occur in one of four structures in the human body: bones, muscles, tendons, or ligaments. Because ligaments attach bone to bone and play a major part in providing stability for joints, the major stabilizing ligament in the knee, the anterior cruciate ligament (ACL), assists in performing everyday actions of the human body including sitting, standing, walking, running, dancing, and participating in other sports. The injury that specifically affects this ligament is very serious and always
“At first I didn’t think it was that serious, I thought the BB pellet had just irritated my eye,” Matthew said.
As an athlete, I am taught to push through the unbearable, and I did just that. I was willing to deal with the slight limp, brutal pain, and buckling knee in the morning if it meant I could play. I had a family I was supporting in my own way; I was their person to whom they looked to for guidance on and off the field. They couldn’t have a querulous captain and I would never yield that idea. My knee continued to nettle me with every movement. My