I remember when I thought I would never break a bone or dislocate anything. I thought this until October, 2014. I dislocated my knee in October. This dislocation led to the doctors learning more things that are wrong with my knees. After what happened I learned that no one is invincible. I was at a neighbor’s house for a party. Earlier that day I was playing a soccer game and I felt my knee move on me. While I was my neighbor’s house I decided to go on the trampoline. While I was jumping, I lost my balance and went to lean against the siding. Unfortunately, the zipper on the siding was not closed. I ended up falling through the siding and onto the ring that holds the trampoline together. I ended up dislocating my knee. Since I dislocated my
Earlier in the spring I was playing a soccer game against the South Anchorage varsity soccer team. I was playing left midfield, taking the ball up the left side of the field when the other team’s right fullback stepped up to get the ball. I cut to the right and heard a loud snap that rung in my ears. I could not stand up. Every time I tried to move my leg, waves of pain pounded from my knee. I had to be carried off the pitch. I learned a few days later
Unfortunately like all the other sports I am apart of, basketball has its own fair share of injuries while participating during the sport. Unlike soccer, I have not experienced as many sport related injuries, but none the less, I have my fair share. Throughout all four years of high school, I still have to fight and take caution of my weak right ankle. It is because of my ankle that my basketball career has taken multiple catastrophes. For every time I land on my ankle in any that I see as a danger to my ankle, I immediately have to call myself off the court and miss valuable practice and game time. Plus, every time I step foot on any basketball court, i must have my ankle tapped and I must wear a brace. Not only must I worry about if my ankle will finally give out, I also have to worry about pulled muscles, strained back, bruised body parts, sore limbs, and even headaches from getting bashed in the head from an elbow every now and then. Finally the worst injury of all, being dropped dead tired and still having over an hour left in your practice. But after read The Glass Castle, I always think of a saying that Jeannette Walls’s father always told her, “ Things usually work out in the end. If they don’t, then you haven’t come to the end yet.” This saying has taught me that no matter how hard something seems to be, it all will eventually work out in the end and the good times
Later we had our first football game and I was excited for my last first game in high school, I never would have known that it potentially could have been my last game played. Within the first quarter I had broken my foot completely and because of my adrenaline I shrugged it off as a minor injury and played the rest of the game. After to what seemed like I was fine I stood up and collapsed as soon as I did so. This was the first injury that I had ever sustained and I was still in denial thinking I had just sprained a muscle. After being told that I wouldn’t be able to play for the rest of the season I was heartbroken, along with this the college that I had hoped to attend the most being West GA dropped me as a recruit. Two games passed and I was feeling helpless for myself, I couldn’t drive, I couldn’t do anything without the help of others, I had crutches but being a 320 lb. man it was very difficult getting around. As Nancy Mairs said: “I’ve been limping along for ten years now” I was off of my feet for 2 weeks and to me it felt like an eternity. This was when I decided to let college aside and all I wanted to do was finish my senior season strong, my mother allowed me to get my cast taken off and have me put into a boot. For the remaining games I roughed it out and played with a broken foot. Even with
With the rest of the basketball girls from the surrounding area, I began summer basketball camp. There was a basketball tournament where we played 4 games in one day. During the game an opponent stole the ball, so I chased her down the court. Once I reached her under their basket, I tripped over her foot, fell, and heard something snap. I was absolutely freaking out. The referees ran down to me. All I could say was “Something popped! Something popped!” I couldn’t bend my leg at the knee, it was scary. I was brought to the main lobby to walk it off. I couldn’t bend my leg for two weeks.
I am an undocumented student at UC Davis. When I am asked a simple question such as, "describe your personal experiences", I ask myself: Where do I begin?
As I’m sitting here typing this, I thought this assignment would be easy but it’s not. How do you explain who you are in a paper? Where do I begin? Well, for starters, my personality, ambitions, and what I love doing should be the best standard for defining my character. One should never be anxious if they do not know everything about themselves, as we are constantly learning and discovering new features of ourselves. Personally, I am satisfied knowing my friends are worth it and consider me an asset. I’m the shortest one in my group of friends which puts me somewhat the end of the ladder. Someone might judge me just because of the way I look or act but, if they could just get to know me even more and see my personality they can see me in a whole new way.
Have you ever snowboarded? Have you ever gone off a ramp while snowboarding? Have you ever hurt yourself snowboarding? Well I have done all three of them and now I have a broken leg because of it. Now I will tell you how I got hurt from the beginning.New year's morning we were at our aunt's house because we (me and my brother) had spent the night.When we woke up our aunt told us that we were going sledding, So we grabbed the sleds and headed to the hill. As soon as we got there we hopped out, we grabbed the sleds and immediately raced up the hill. I had the first turn for a sled so I picked the snowboard, of course. As soon as I did my first push off I was already racing down the hill, But at about halfway down BAM!!! I biffed it but still it was great for my first time.
I've always liked Fall. I like the falling leaves and warm spice drinks and chilly air and nice sweaters and the generally spooky vibes. Fall is a good time for me. Nothing beats it, not even the summer. The most important part, though, is Halloween. Halloween cotumes, loads of spooky-themed candy, costume parties, scary movies, everthing about it was something I looked forward to all year.
ACL injury is quite prevalent in the United States. About every 1 in 3,000 people suffer from an ACL injury in their lifetime, and approximately 95,000 new incidences of ACL injury occur each year. The largest amount of these injuries occurs during sports which involve twisting, cutting, jumping and deceleration. The mechanisms that can cause an ACL injury are excessive valgus (outside of knee) stress, forced hyperextension, or forced external rotation of the femur on the a fixed tibia (Evans, 2001). Many associate the tearing of the ACL with a large impact or collision, however 80% of all ACL injuries are non-contact injuries. This statistic shows that ACL injuries are mostly caused by the individual themselves as opposed to an opponent or other person. The exact mechanism of noncontact ACL tears consists of poor knee positioning (e.g. landing with an extended knee) and a strong, unopposed quad contraction (Murray, 2013).
In the past, I’ve made numerous mistakes. They all were very similar, most of them being related to school, sports, friendships, or even as simple as arguing with a parent. Although I had many, and learned quite a few lessons from them, most of these mistakes were not life changing. I would usually just be grounded by a parent, or get half credit on the homework because I didn’t do it correctly. Those mistakes were not as grand, or complex, or painful as my favorite mistake. I hadn’t realized until I reflected on the event, but my favorite mistake was when I broke my collarbone playing flag football in sixth grade.
In today’s sports world, athletes are pushing themselves to the limits to accomplish a sound victory for themselves or their team. But sometimes they succumb to pushing themselves too hard and get injured. They put them in a position where the only option they have is getting an injury. Lots of injuries happen to the leg of the athlete, but the knee is where the most damage is. Although it does not happen often, a knee dislocation is a serious injury. Being different than a patellar dislocation which is where the patella relocates to another spot of the knee, a knee dislocation is where the tibia and femur are forcibly separated. Not only can one dislocate their knee, they also can also tear their anterior cruciate ligament, posterior cruciate ligament, and sometimes tear the medial collateral ligament or the lateral collateral ligament. As well with the ligaments be torn, blood supply and nerve blockage could happen making a dislocated knee very dangerous to the athlete who dislocates their knee. A dislocation is a medical emergency that usually ends up in surgery to fix not only the placement of the bones, but the ligaments as well. This injury can keep an athlete out for weeks or months depending on the severity of the dislocation making a long and painful rehab. Once back into play, unfortunately, the chances of them dislocating again increase making the management and rehab of the athlete even more important.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been an embarrassed closet bibliophobe. I fully realize the unflattering controversy of this admission, yet I cannot deny it has been an integral part of my present being and my most challenging source of my childhood existence. Without any rhyme or reason, the written word simply has never beckoned me or fought for my attention in terms of pleasure or relaxation. It has mysteriously always seemed a challenge, task or miserable chore to be completed in the most expedient way possible.
I remember that moment perfectly! It was the Lady Warriors from Bishop Noll Institute against the 59ers, from Andrean High School. We went through the whole first half with no goals and no injuries. Then, it was eleven minutes into the second half when I was chasing a ball ready to kick it, while an Andrean girl was doing the same thing. Neither one of us hit the ball, but I was the one who ended up getting hurt. She had so much power that she took my whole ankle and twisted in a ninety degrees angle. I literally heard it crack about six to eight times. And like every other athletic, I tried to get back up and continue to play, but I fell right back down. I was in so much pain, and I cried for my coach, but the refs didn’t even bother to stop the game, they probably thought that I was faking an injury. So the play continued to go on and the worst part was that it was in their favor. Finally I got my coach's attention and he told the refs that his player was down, to stop the game! I then had to be carried off the field sit out for the rest of the game. Andrean’s athletic director took a look and made me ice and she said it looked pretty bad, but inside all that was running through my mind was that I was going to be back playing with my teammates
My injury was an accident, but I viewed it as a failure. Not only have I believed I failed my team and parents, I thought I failed myself. I had a goal for myself and that was to bring a championship to the program. But for it to end so suddenly caused negativity to fly around in my head, constantly bringing me down. I let my “failure” affect me mentally and a result of that, I was
It was the start of summer 2002, and the Mid America Youth Basketball (MAYB) national tournament was taking place in Andover, Kansas. Along with the rest of the team, I was excited to play some basketball for the first time since the middle school basketball season was over. Our team, Carlon Oil, had been together and played every summer for the last four years. We were a really good team, with an overall record of 65-4 over those four years and were hoping to continue our legacy. Lonnie Lollar, our coach for the summer, was also the coach of our high school basketball team. I had a history of groin injuries, and every summer it seemed that I would have to sit out at least a game on the bench icing my groin. But this summer was different, and I along with everyone in the gym wouldn't have expected my summer to end with a injury such as a broken leg.