Personal Narrative: The Game Of Pain

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

“On my honor, I will never betray my badge, my integrity, my character, or the public trust. I will always have the courage to hold myself and others accountable for our actions. I will always uphold the constitution, my community, and the agency I serve.” This is the oath average citizens take right before they become police officers. The oath shows us why police officers are here, they are here to protect us. The police, and other Government officials, should use police brutality because, if the same people who are supposed to be protecting us are hurting and killing us, then regular citizens are not going to respect laws and authority.

I ignore the slight pained grunt of the patient as I handle his wrist. I concentrate wrapping a bandage gently but firm enough to coddle the strain. He says he has no idea how he strained his wrist, but I had a pretty good idea what it could be. Pleasuring yourself too often can lead to a good amount of pain. I am beginning to feel far too acquainted with this scenario. I get one of these calls at least once a week. Guys in this city seriously jerk off way too much but this guy takes it to another level. Since seeing him, the amount of patients with this problem has double and the increase is him all by himself. This is beginning to become an epidemic maybe we should release a PSA. This is just ridiculous. There is no way in hell I was wasting nen on a guy who sprains his wrist masturbating, especially just after using it to heal a boy’s broken leg.

Growing up our fears circle around things like monsters under the bed and in the closet, but once we reach the adolescent stage the monsters are a lot less physical. We almost become like superheroes unable to be harmed, indestructible. Situations where we are the ones lying in the hospital bed are few and far apart. I had forgotten I am not invincible, and rather than blowing off the amount of pain I was in I should have done more about it.

My stomach was growling like crazy because I was not allowed to eat since 12 am that morning. Soon enough, I heard the nurse say “Jenna Ottman,” and my heart felt like it just might pound out of my chest. What if they can’t fix it, what if I wake up during surgery, what if I can’t play sports again? All these questions were rumbling through my mind as I blocked out all the words the doctor was saying to me. The three hour surgery seemed like a breeze to me because I was under sedation the entire time. However, when the anesthetic wore off that night, I was in a world of pain. I had to undergo one full week of bed rest. It consisted of lots of netflix, physical therapy, and visits from friends. I had a long road ahead of me, but every day got me closer to

As I was lying awake in bed with excruciating head pain again at 3 AM, waiting for my pain medication to take effect, I couldn’t stop thinking about what you said to me yesterday: “I think you’re an addict.” Calling me an addict just because I treat my pain with opioids is simply cruel.

I have talked to so many people with chronic back pain and have taken care of many patients after back surgery. I never thought that I would become one of those people. Like many of you, I tried everything from physical therapy to muscle relaxers. They all helped temporarily, but nothing took the pain completely away. Here is my story and how I overcame my back pain. One night after a rigorous weight training workout I went to bed with a little soreness, but nothing I hadn't felt before. That morning I woke up and tried to get out of bed, but my back was so tight I could hardly move. It soon progressed to pain that ran down my buttock and partially down my leg. This went on for about three months and I decided to go to an orthopedic surgeon

My thoughts have condensed into a tangled mess, and a steady stream of coldcoldcold is all that’s coherent. Huddling atop my bed (hardly a bed; it’s near indistinguishable from cardboard and paper) is all I’m capable of in this state.

I never thought missing someone could hurt so much, but the sorrow and darkness is growing inside me, I can think straight anymore the pain is overwhelming every day It hurts more and more and It all started because of one idiotic, stupid man. I can't stop the crash playing over and over in my head as I see my parents burning alive and screaming, calling out my name louder and louder until it all just goes quiet.

I suffered from chronic back pain which used to be debilitating at times. Now that I get regular massages with Chris I rarely have any problems at all with my back. At our initial meeting, we discussed where my pain was and he developed a massage plan specifically tailored to address my discomfort and help heal my body – I really love the effort and care he put into listening to my problems beforehand. The progress he has helped me make since then is incredible.

When you’re in a life or death situation the only thing you’re trying to do is

As I am completing this application, i am sitting in a hospital room waiting for my sister to wake up. Im waiting for her to open her eyes so i can nag at her to get some breakfast because that head ache of hers is only going to get worse if she doesn't eat something. I'm waiting to tell her that just because her legs don't work doesn't mean she can just lie in bed all day. I know she is going through a really hard time right now because at 15 years old she was unlucky enough to be diagnosed with something most people haven't heard of. Approximately 1,400 new cases of transverse myelitis are diagnosed each year in the United States and my little sister was just one. As i wait i think about the irony of the situation. I absolutely love hospitals.

“Will she ever be okay?” are the words that invested within me through every minute that passed. I could not help but think the world was falling in around me and nothing would relieve the pain. My daughter had something terribly wrong, and all I could do was sit and wonder the outcome of this horrific event. The world around me began to feel suffocating as if there was no way out. I brought this precious life into this world with the mindset that I could guard her from all the cruelty and darkness. My body grew weak with each thought that crept into my mind and I could feel the chills running down my back each time the doctor came with an update. Despite everything that could go wrong, I never stopped believing that with prayer, I was not fighting this battle alone.

What would you do if somebody was in pain? I’ll tell you what I did. I peed on them.

My body bounced up and down slightly, hitting the back of a wall each time I came down. I winced in pain, moving my hand to rub my eyes. I flinched as soon as I couldn't move my hands, rope slicing into my skin.