My Ruptured Spleen I woke up in the morning ready for my fourth basketball game that week. I wasn’t really hungry so all I had for breakfast was a granola bar. We arrive at the game ready to play. I don’t what it was but I was I have never been so tired in a game before. The last quarter of the game is when it all happened. Me and number 0 went up for the rebound and her butt ran into my stomach really hard. I didn’t feel pain right away, it was more like something was pressing down on my stomach. I continued to play in the game for about a minute before the pain started to kick in. I told my coach to sit me out because I wasn’t feeling well. I sat on the bench squirming around and rubbing my stomach. My coach wanted me to walk the pain out
I was more than ready for the lacrosse game to begin, we were playing our biggest rival and the most physical team in our whole division. We were pumped, the air horn rang for the games to begin and they did. It was apparent that we were coming out on top, we scored three goals in under six minutes. We kept this up until the air horn blew to indicate half time and we were up by four. Soon enough I was back under the heat of the sun playing. Time was ticking down and we were only ahead by a one goal margin. Somehow, I got the ball all the way down and ready to shoot. In a blink of an eye, a girl swung her lacrosse stick, missing my stick, instead hitting my head. Rather than being escorted off the field because I was hit, I continued playing; this was a bad move on me.
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
As the trainers began to come towards me, I get up off the court stumbling and limping. All of a sudden I feel pain rushing up my leg with a pop, following that my knee slams back in place. Hobbling to the sideline trying to avoid showing the pain I was in. I take my seat thinking and remembering how my teammate Felicia was out for the entire season after her knee injury. I said to myself, I cannot, and will not be out for the rest of the season. After two-quarters go by, the game comes to an end. A feeling of nervousness ran through my body as I prepare to see the trainers. With whispering going on between the trainers and the look they were giving my coach I was not pleased. The trainers insisted that I see the doctor first thing the next morning. The next morning, as I listen to the doctor tell me my season looks like it will have to come to an end ; with tears rolling down my face I asked the doctor what can I do so I can still play. He began first to tell me I have to get some of the swelling to go down in order to start the healing process, but I really would suggest you hang this season up so you can get a full recovery said the
The summer before my fourth grade year I was attending a basketball camp at Davidson College, when in the final seconds of a scrimmage game, my ankle was kicked out from under me. I immediately fell to the ground in pain as my ankle rolled over on itself. Coaches aided me in limping off of the court and to the training room
I have recently started working as an interpreter at Cleveland Clinic in Cleveland, Ohio. Through this job, I have become my patients' voice. The experience has made me live their pain, feel their sadness, and revel in their willingness to heal; reinforcing, in my eyes, that we are not treating disease but the patient as a
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.
It happened during a warm night in volonia about to play a game . I was warming up in the outfield and I was warming up with a 12 oz baseball. Why was I warming up with a 12 oz base ball I don’t know? Ok back to the story. So me and another fellow teammate was throwing around a 12 oz baseball and when he threw it into my glove WHACK!! It hit me in the face and I was out cold for about ten seconds then my coach shook and almost had a heart attack. Everyone was freaking out because where the ball hit me it was a little close to my temple. So got up and me and my mom got in my truck and we went to conway to a hospital. When we got there I was hurting and a hour later i'm in the
The horn blew and the game started, Dedham won the face off and is running down the field at a faster pace than I was used to. They shot the ball! I couldn’t move my stick quick enough to save it, so I threw my body in front of it and got hit right in the shoulder. It hurt a lot, but what I hadn’t realized was that it hit my shoulder and reflected ten feet away from the net where my player caught it and ran down the field and scored. The other team didn’t know what hit them. It was the half now and the score was three to nothing in our favor. Our couch told us that we needed to keep up the good work.
The other team kicked off right to me. I ran doing Jukes and spins down the field to their 10 yard line. One of my teammates picked the ball and jumped into the try zone for the score. If you scored it was make it, take it. They kick off again not meaning to right to me again. I started to run and out of the blue a random player hits me from behind and falls with me to the ground. I knew something was bad because I heard a loud noise like a gunshot when I hit the ground. My left ankle was fine but my right just was like a three-ton rock being thrown on me and couldn’t hold it. I tried to shake it off but the pain was too great so sat down the rest of our little game. After it had ended I went home took a long hot bath with some slats for the swelling. Later that night I put my ankle in an ice bucket for good measure, then went to sleep. I thought it was fine so I put off the doctor for now. Practices and games went by like nothing now since I could not take part in them. After going home from a practice I thought maybe I should go to the doctor but I have not gone to the doctor in like ten years or so. That night I did my usual routine did my
15 minutes into the game everything change. I was running down the field next to my teammate waiting for the ball to be passed like two little kids running down the street. I called out for the pass and the ball came to my feet. I started to dribble as the opposing players came after me. Pressure was on. I made my way closer to the goal and took the shot. SNAP. I fell to the ground as my leg swung around me. I heard a snap in my knee like someone breaking a candy cane at christmas and a pop like someone had just popped a balloon. Everyone was yelling at me to get up and asking if I was okay,but I could not
As I walked out on the mat, everything felt like it had stopped. My heart was beating very fast, and I had so much running through my head. I was unsure what to expect, and if I was even going to last a minute against my opponent. When the referee’s whistle blew, I began to circle around my opponent. As we were circling one another, he shot in, and I kicked out to counter and got the first points of the match. I got two points for a reversal. Getting the first points of the match gave me a boost of energy, and had sped up the time. But through a tough fought match, my opponent had pinned me. Although the first match didn’t go so well, I had won my next match, pinning my guy in three minutes. I was a little tired after the match, but I was still feeling okay. It was now onto my third match, and I was feeling excited but still had some butterflies about my match. I was doing fine during the match until my opponent tried to run a switch, and I felt my shoulder tear. It was the worst feeling I’ve ever felt, and it had happened so quickly. All I remember was this sharp pain shooting through my arm, as at that time I knew I had injured myself badly. I felt a pop and at that time told myself, “It’s over.” The pain had started increasing as I began to realize what had happened, and that I was seriously injured. I was feeling so upset at myself and had felt like I had let my team down. I
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
It was in the middle of March and the last months of my eighth grade year. My school year was ending great. It was time of the year in which soccer season was about to start, truly I was excited about joining the school soccer team. Immediately after trying out I was the first person picked on the team. I was also named captain and would be the face of this team, it was an incredible feeling. Soon the season would start, however two days before it started my life would have an one-hundred degree turn. It was the middle of practice when suddenly I started to vomit , before I knew it I had fainted. My lack of nutrition led me to an illness which gave me a
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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.