A lot of people take for granted everyday activities they can do such as running and jumping. It is not until people lose the things that are important to them, such as the ability to run and jump, that they really start to appreciate them. For me, it was not until I lost my ability to do these everyday activities that I saw how valuable it was that I had the capability to do them in the first place. This was the case for me after I spent about four months not being able to bend my knee. During that time, I realised that it is important to cherish what you have while you have it, not after you lose it. Near the end of my freshman year, I injured my knee so badly that I wasn 't able to bend it for two months, and then I had to take physical …show more content…
Thankfully I showed up before the surgeon left, because if I had been brought to the hospital later, I would 've had to wait till the next day for him to return. But that wasn’t the case. As soon as my mom filled out the billing paperwork, I was put to sleep and sent into surgery. I don’t exactly know how long I was out for, but by time I woke up it was already morning, and my knee was fixed. But I do recall that when I would wake up to re-position myself, there was a nurse who would check my vitals every so often. When I finally woke up, she was there to explain to me and my mom the circumstances to my recovery for the next couple months. She told us that I would not be able to bend my knee at all for 6-8 weeks and that I had to wear a metal brace to keep my knee straight. Shen then told us that after those 6-8 I would have to take physical therapy for another 6-8 weeks to regain the range of motion in my knee that I had before. It was at that moment that everything in my life became a lot harder for the next couple of …show more content…
Basically, it was a ring with a plastic bag for my foot to go in, and a really tight piece of rubber at the top that would squeeze against my leg to make sure water didn 't get in while I washed up. Not only that, but I had to use crutches until my left leg became strong enough to support my weight. These two things made it extremely difficult to not only wash up quickly, but to move around quickly. It was really hard to put my leg cover on every time I washed up. I would have to sit on the toilet and stretch my arms out as far as I could to get it underneath my foot. Not only that, but when I had to walk with the crutches I could barely move anywhere. I had to slowly shuffle through the hallways at school since I only had one leg to use other than the crutches. And since the elevator was broken right when I needed it the most, I took forever trying to get up and down the steps, and my school had a lot of them in between floors. When I wanted to go up and down the steps, I had to hold both crutches in one hand, and jump with my one good leg. Although I could easily say that me injuring my knee wasn’t so bad if the only downsides were the added time to me washing up and walking around, but I was also deprived of sleep most of the time due to the brace. Since the brace was big and heavy, and had very sharp edges, I couldn’t sleep in my bed. When I tried to sleep on my side, with
Before I was born, my grandfather was involved in numerous surgeries on his left knee to fix torn ligaments as a result of his line of work. As time went on, the physical effort took a toll on his good knee, prompting additional surgeries. At the time, doctors suggested a bone or joint fusion surgery to help with the type of injury he sustained. It was a permanent procedure ultimately resulting in the inability to bend at the joint and making his left leg two inches shorter than his right. Everyday tasks that I had taken for granted, such as driving a car, using the restroom, and even standing for long periods of time became impediments to daily living. Having heard about this traumatic and chronic experience, it remained in the back of my mind for some time. It was not until I was 13 years old when I had my first encounter with an occupational therapist during an appointment that I
When I went into the doctors, I remember sitting there not thinking I would need more than one surgery and it would be an easy thing to fix. My first doctor was more a back doctor than a leg doctor which he no one seemed to tell me. After my first surgery, I started falling all the time and we did not know what was going on. We called the doctor and he told us to come back in; next realize he is taking more X-rays. I remember he had the coldest hands and when he came in the tell us the news he could look us in the eyes. He told us how he was more a spine doctor and and did not know what to do. We ended up seeing a sport doctor in Appleton that told us that I was bone on bone and my meniscus was gone, which could have been provided if he would not have cut my meniscus in a C-shape but, first cut my femur
Luckily, I found other ways to make the most of not being able to go anywhere without crutches and a brace. I enrolled in two classes and spent the summer working on them, but I still felt like I could do more with my free time. I decided to co-coach two Parks and Recreation soccer teams with my father, one for my youngest brother and a second for my two other siblings. As the summer progressed my physical therapy allowed me to walk and bike so I started going to cross country preseason practices with my bike.
In the summer of 1995 I woke up in the middle of the night screaming in pain and holding my knee. My mom discovered a large lump bulging out the side of my right knee. The next morning my parents took me to the E.R. where they told us it was "growing pains" and thus sent us on our way with 200 mg of ibuprofen. That summer I was excited to join my first softball team. I soon found out I had to sit out on a lot of games because I was hurting. As a result my parents presumed I was making it up and thought I didn't want to play softball anymore.
A major life event that started me to pursue an education in nursing was my time in basic training. The most life changing event during my induction into the army at ft. Jackson before starting basic training was accepting Christ as my personal lord and savior. When I decided to go into the Army 4 years out of high school I was a student firefighter E.M.T. working towards my paramedic, incidents at the Dept. I worked at both before and after some traumatic emergency responses actually turned me away from practicing any sort of medicine and causing me to seek the military for a new career or to pay for me to go back to school for another career if the military wasn’t my thing. During Basic training as stated above I was already a licensed E.M.T.
I do not think that everyone fits in one hundred percent of the time. I think there are times that we all feel out of the loop, and there are times when we feel like we do not belong. Whether we like it or not, those moments can change us and shape us. I have had times like this in my life too. One of these instances that is still affecting me to this very day has become even more prevalent in the past few months. This experience I am having has changed the way I think, act, and feel about the world surrounding me.
It all started in high school, my junior year when I tore my anterior cruciate ligament(ACL). I knew something was bound to happen because I was always falling on the floor during games. January 9, 2016, the day I tore my ACL. It happened when I was trying to get a rebound, a girl from the opposing team knee bumped me, and we both fell. I tried to get up too soon, next thing you know I am laying down screaming with her on top of me. This was not my first time being injured, but it was the first time I got injured and could not bear the pain. I was token to the hospital by ambulance, and some x-rays were taken, and I was told that I had to rest, ice, and elevate my knee. I was injured many times after
I was told about a new innovative surgery that would cut the recovery time in half and give me the chance to play football, so I went for it. The recovery time depended almost solely on therapy in this case. Therapy was tough, but I had a goal in mind so I took the challenges to the next level. I was determined to push myself to the limit in order to get better, whether it was with the physical trainer or by myself at home. I did anything and everything it took. I grew stronger in the process, not just physically, but
Once I could bend my knee again, I started playing sports again. I took a break from basketball, but I kept up with softball and volleyball. My knee didn’t feel quite the same, but I thought that would pass. During my volleyball camp at Olivet Nazarene University, I was jumping up to block and when I landed my knee buckled and I knocked over my friend Christie. I could not believe this happened again! After I couldn’t get up, once again, the coach insisted that I go and see Ozzy, the trainer. He checked out my knee and thought I had torn my meniscus(the cartilage in the knee joint) and possibly had a small tear in my MCL(the inside tendon of the knee). He insisted that I go to O.A.K. Orthopedics (a health care office that includes 8 orthopedic surgeons) to see Dr. Ellis.
During the ninth grade, I injured my knee playing soccer. The initial MRI did not show any tears, but the orthapedic surgeon did notice I was weak medially and that my patella was tracking laterally. He sent me to therapy to strengthen the inside of my leg and hopefully pull my kneecap medially. I started going to therapy and I adored my therapist, Kelley. Even though the exercises weren’t always fun or pain free I looked forward to therapy. She made things fun, and since I was interested in the field, would explain why I was doing certain exercises compared to others. The pain didn’t go away and she worked to help figure ...
My dad explained to me that my femur was broken and that I have to wear a cast until it heals. But something was not right in my leg, I felt it, it still hurt like it was out of place. My dad took me to the doctor and told him that the surgery that was done to me was not right, the bones didn’t connect to each other. They had to perform two more surgeries on my leg to make it right. One surgery to take the bone out from where it was and other one right way to connect it and to let it heal
Childhood experiences tend to stay within a person 's life, including the ones that have taught you something as valuable as courage. For me, such experience that taught me how to be courageous, as I am presently, took place when I was about the age of 8. I was traveling with my family from one continent to another to reach our desired destination: America. Before, I had lived in the same city for as long as I remembered and knew everyone around me. I knew my whole village in and out like it was at the back of my hand and was comfortable in whatever corner I went. So as one could imagine, a hometown girl, who hasn’t been exposed to any other areas besides her birthplace, planted in an immense airport, in New York City, wouldn’t result pleasantly. When we were waiting for our
Fast forward 2 weeks. I got my giant cast off and was put into a smaller one that went just under my knee. It was so much
Instead of wallowing in my misery, I took initiative and made the most of my situation. One should never worry about what they can’t control. Aside from the social life issues due to my injury, I had to attend therapy for my rehabilitation. When I first started putting pressure on my ankle and flexing, I was as white as a ghost, deathly afraid that I might hurt it again. But eventually, as time went on and my physical therapist provided words of encouragement, I was able to trust my body again and have faith that my ankle would allow me to do what I was able to do before the injury. Since I had never dealt with having an action or movement temporarily taken from me, it was hard to take that first step again. Imagine standing at the edge of a cliff and staring down at an abyss. What’s down there is unknown to you and so you are unsure if you should jump or not. This was the predicament I found myself in when I had to walk to my physical therapist who stood a couple of feet away. I had to reach down inside myself and find the courage and bravery that I knew was in
For the purpose of this paper I will be describing a personal life experience and I will be applying concepts from the texts to best describe the event. I was born here in the United States (US) but, I was raised in the Dominican Republic (DR). I lived in the DR basically my entire life, I would only come to the US for vacation during summer. It was not until I turned 12 that I decided to move back to the US to continue my studies and learn the language. So I did, I moved with my uncle and his wife on the summer of 2009. At the time, they resided in the Mayfair area of Philadelphia, PA. My uncle and his wife arranged everything for school and as of August of that year I was officially enrolled in Abraham Lincoln High School. Everything was