Summary: The Battle Between Draft And Ligament

It was a normal spring night and my baseball game had just started. It was senior night and I was pitching, we had just finish the first half of the first inning. My teammate struck out, it was my turn to hit, I swung for the ball and my leg popped twice. I went down and didn't get back up, My leg was stuck to my chest and I couldn't move it. The visiting team's coach was an EMT he ran over and said ¨this is going to hurt¨ and pulled my leg straight. What had happened was when I swung the bat my leg didn't move and my kneecap dislocated and instead of my ligaments tearing, they stretched and broke my kneecap. This was a challenge for me because this was the first time I had never broken a bone in my life. I went to the doctor and he said nothing was wrong, so my

When we got there my parents were in the lobby my mom crying in my dad's lap. We hurried to the x-ray room. When we got there they put me to sleep for I would not struggle. When I woke up I had my parents in the room and a cast on my leg. My mom came up to me and said, “Your leg, it’s broken”

When that moment came i was running through the town of Waukee, Iowa with my friends. i jumped a fence when i felt and heard that pop. It was a familiar feeling, i remembered it from the first time my ACL tered, i remembered how its the worse pain i have ever felt. i was yelling “Guys, wait up!” as i sat down on the soggy grass holding my knee, thinking “not this again”. i wondered if i would ever fully recover, if messing around was really worth it. I spent the whole night wondering.

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.

After lying on the ground for several minutes thinking it was going to be okay, you are going to get up and be fine in a few minutes. A few minutes went by and I attempted to walk. I felt the most searing pain that I have ever felt in my knee. Feeling the intense pain, I immediately collapsed back onto the ground. Later that weekend I received an MRI to see for sure that my injury was as bad as it felt. A couple hours after the MRI I received a phone call from my doctor. “Noah, I am sorry to tell you, but you not only tore your anterior cruciate ligament, but also your lateral meniscus.” My larynx sank deep into the depths of my stomach. I was

It was not long before I went to the doctors and got an x-ray confirming my foot was broken. The doctor told me I would have to wear a boot and crutches for six weeks. I giggled as I was always curious how it is to be in one of those cool boots. I miscalculated this small crack and chip on the x-ray and figured I will be alright. To be honest, I was relieved since my

As I sat there and let the doctor examine my knee and diagnosis me with a “left knee sprain”. I started to cry. I already knew the outcome that I had a torn ACL (anterior cruciate ligament). I tried to continue to play on it until one time I was playing in a tournament, and I went up to block a girls shot and landed on my

That was when I met one of my hero’s in this world Dr. David A. Joos and what I think is fitting my loving sidekick and mentor Kelly. At our first visit I went through another round of x-rays. He tried everything to help me become better without having to do surgery, even casting my foot to relax it, but the pain persisted and sadly it was hard to be happy. Kelly an assistant at the clinic was the one who did my cast and seemed to always make me smile when I was about to cry. After an MRI, words I had been dreading finally came, “I am sorry, but you need total reconstructive surgery, you have flat feet and your tendon is beyond repair from the first doctor.” I will admit, later that night I did cry as yet again what I wanted to do so badly was taken away from me. I wouldn’t be able to do volleyball anymore. Strike two.

Everyone quickly turned their heads as soon as they heard the agonizing scream of pain. The scream was long and high pitched and it spread through the ears of everyone within distance. In confusion, they all ran in the direction of the scream, huddling around a blonde haired girl with her hands wrapped around her knee. There were oodles of whispers about what was happening, but nobody had a complete grasp on the situation. Dazed and dismayed, I was the girl in the purple leggings and everyone was staring at me wondering why I was lying in the sand screaming and crying. Soon, adults and doctors were hovering me asking questions that I just couldn’t answer. I wasn’t aware of how it happened, I only knew how excruciating my pain was. My kneecap was sticking out of the side of my right leg and due to that, I felt overwhelmed and panicked. My eyes couldn’t move from my knee despite how unbearable it was to lay my eyes on. I never imagined I would have knee problems again after already having 2 surgeries on my left knee. The feeling was so devastating, I have injured myself once again and the pain was not yet over.

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

After practice, I took a shower and tried to go to sleep. I barely slept all night and my mom made an appointment to get my knee checked out the next day. After breakfast, I stumbled to the car and we drove to the doctor’s clinic. After waiting for what felt like 2 hours, we finally saw the doctor. He had me go through many exercises to see how my leg was and then we walked over to the X-Ray room so they could look at my leg internally. I layed down on the hard bed and the nurse handed me a heavy leg blanket to cover my knee. After a couple of bright flashes i was done and the doctor stated that i would need to have my leg checked out by another doctor at the Rush Copley hospital in Yorkville. Finally after two long days of pain and no sleep, we could see the doctor. When we meet him, he showed us my X-Rays and stated that I was to where a knee brace and take pills to get the internally swelling down. There was nothing else anyone could do because it was a sprain. We drove to target to pick up the pills and find a knee brace. After trying on the knee brace i realized that it hugged my leg so tight it was hard to move it. Also the material was extremely

I wasn’t worried or scared initially because I saw my sister go through this process. As time got closer, I admit I was nervous. The day of the surgery I had to get up a little too early for my liking. I remember driving to the hospital not knowing what to expect. When we arrived they had to put an IV that had anesthesia in it. That is when it hit me and I realized that I was going to get surgery so I full on passed out. I woke up about 3 minutes later laying down with an ice pack on my head with about 5 nurses in the room. The scene seemed like something you would see in a movie. It was pretty comical. Once the surgery was over and I woke up from anesthesia it caused me to act loopy. I remember asking my mom for my phone and I started to take selfies and sent them to my friends it was a bad decision. I got my surgery done in the middle of the summer because my mom did not want me to miss any school, which made me a little bothered. It took up a lot of my free time in the summer, but I guess it was all right because I had an excuse for everything. I did not have to do the dishes or take my dog for a walk, even tasks that I could do people did it for me. Having sympathy from people was a plus. I stayed in the hospital for five days with my mom sleeping in a twin bed next to me. She was very helpful through this process of pain. I don’t know how she kept it all together. She survived through my screaming and my senseless

In September of 2008 I was playing tag with my sisters when I stumbled and hurt my ankle. Naturally I panicked when unlike a typical ankle injury, my ankle did not began to heal and an excruciating burning sensation started. Throughout the following weeks I lost mobility in my foot and my ankle. For a long time I went from doctor to doctor frantically searching for the solution to why this mysterious injury was occurring. During this time medical professionals refused to believe the pain I felt existed. Doctors would say that I exaggerated or made up the pain for attention, which frustrated me since all I wanted was to know what was happening. As a kid this experience was scary, and every day I would wonder if I would ever be able to walk again. My mom and I refused to give up and continued searching for a doctor who would believe me and help restore my walking. Through this, I learned to stick up for myself even when people insist that I am wrong.

Next thing you know I wake up in the recovery room with a dead weight I look under the covers and there's this big white brace on my leg.Touching my thigh it was all mush and none of my muscles worked. Dr. Berkson came over and told me that the surgery was successful, and they ended up finding more things wrong than just the bucket handle tear. It ended up taking 4 hours. They took me to another room, and this point I was crying and no one knew what to do.because I wouldn’t stop, they brought my mom in and said to her that it was all the medication they had to add to make sure I would stay asleep. she was crying and telling me that I was fine and that we would go home soon. She handed me a stuffed fluffy dog and water.The nurses had loved me from the first surgery, they all brought me something and were with me the whole time. One nurse came in and put me in a recliner chair so I could get dressed. When I was finished she slammed the recliner part down. Tons of pain shot through my leg and I screamed in pain. She felt so bad and she apologized for her mistake. Sherman’s nurses were amazing and the nicest people ever, always trying to be there for you..The minute I was wheeled out of the hospital all I remember is hearing good luck with the best of