This past November I was at volleyball practice preparing for our regional quarterfinal playoff game the next day. I got a set and on my way down from hitting I felt my knee completely give. In a split second I was on the ground, and in shock. I wasn’t sure what had just happened, but I knew I heard a loud pop when I landed. As all eyes were on me as I tried to stand up, and went back to the ground with a tremendous pain in my knee. This pain completely overtook my entire body and I began to cry. I could not express what was going on and I now felt scared because I didn’t know what was wrong and I didn’t want to let my teammates down. After what seemed like forever the trainer ran out, and helped me get to the training room to evaluate my injury. Still crying I could not pinpoint exactly where I was hurting because it seemed as though the pain had spread to my entire joint and then some. The trainer did some tests and did not think anything was torn, but in the back of my mind I knew that I had done something significant to my knee. He called my parents to come and get me from the school as I could not drive home. I skipped school the next day and laid in bed with my knee elevated and ice on it, in an attempt to play that night. Around lunch time the volleyball team got released from classes so I headed up to the school at this time. At this point I could not bear weight on my left leg and I had to tell my teammates that I would be watching from the sidelines for the most important game most of us have ever faced. I was heartbroken to say the least, but I did not want that emotion to spread to my teammates, so I put on a smile and supported them the whole way. We played 4 matches and ended up losing and not advancing in playoffs. A few days later the results came in from my MRI and told me that I had torn my ACL and my meniscus, had a sprained MCL and my knee cap had popped out of place during it all. I had surgery during Christmas break and followed up with six long months of physical therapy and just got released this past July. This experience was not an enjoyable one, but I believe it has made me a stronger person in all areas of my life, and if I had not gone to physical therapy I would not know that that is what I want as my future career.
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
9/9/14
This past November I was at volleyball practice preparing for our regional quarterfinal playoff game the next day. I got a set and on my way down from hitting I felt my knee completely give. In a split second I was on the ground, and in shock. I wasn’t sure what had just happened, but I knew I heard a loud pop when I landed. As all eyes were on me as I tried to stand up, and went back to the ground with a tremendous pain in my knee. This pain completely overtook my entire body and I began to cry. I could not express what was going on and I now felt scared because I didn’t know what was wrong and I didn’t want to let my teammates down. After what seemed like forever the trainer ran out, and helped me get to the training room to evaluate my injury. Still crying I could not pinpoint exactly where I was hurting because it seemed as though the pain had spread to my entire joint and then some. The trainer did some tests and did not think anything was torn, but in the back of my mind I knew that I had done something significant to my knee. He called my parents to come and get me from the school as I could not drive home. I skipped school the next day and laid in bed with my knee elevated and ice on it, in an attempt to play that night. Around lunch time the volleyball team got released from classes so I headed up to the school at this time. At this point I could not bear weight on my left leg and I had to tell my teammates that I would be watching from the sidelines for the most important game most of us have ever faced. I was heartbroken to say the least, but I did not want that emotion to spread to my teammates, so I put on a smile and supported them the whole way. We played 4 matches and ended up losing and not advancing in playoffs. A few days later the results came in from my MRI and told me that I had torn my ACL and my meniscus, had a sprained MCL and my knee cap had popped out of place during it all. I had surgery during Christmas break and followed up with six long months of physical therapy and just got released this past July. This experience was not an enjoyable one, but I believe it has made me a stronger person in all areas of my life, and if I had not gone to physical therapy I would not know that that is what I want as my future career.
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