Everyone strives for good luck. It can get to the point where people have superstitions, but no matter what, everyone goes through a phase of bad luck. In my case, it was the worst luck possible. My horrible luck wasn’t for just one day; it was nine months of the worst luck I’ve ever had in my 16 years of existence. 2017 was supposed to bring on a new year and a good year. At least that's what I thought in the beginning. Now, sitting here 11 months later, I see how naive I was.
The beginning of my year started on January second. I had basketball practice that morning. I went through my normal warm-up drills and normal practice drills; however, one drill got me. It was the half court drill where I do a move at one spot on the floor, and then, …show more content…
She laughed for a solid minute before she would even speak. The doctor told me that it wasn't a sprain at all. I had torn all the lateral ligaments in my ankle and this normally required four months to heal, and in extreme cases, it would need surgery. Mine was an extreme case, but my ankle was too far healed to have the surgery. I would have to take another month to allow it to heal and to also do therapy.
Soon, it was mid March and the beginning of track season. My track coach had me get it checked out once again, and this time, the doctor said I required yet another month for it to heal. That meant no long distance running in track and barely any shot and disc throwing, too. My track coach cared about my injury, unlike my basketball coach. She wasn’t upset about me not being able to run as long as I could still throw and allowed my ankle to heal.
My ankle began healing better, and I didn’t need an ankle brace to walk anymore. Soon, it was the end of April and the beginning of May. I was excited that I was finally on a recovery path for my ankle. The injury had taken such an emotional strain on me. I wasn't able to play my favorite sport, and I wasn’t able to run out my anger and frustration. I was stuck sitting around doing nothing. It ate me alive mentally. There was hope though around April and May
The beginning of my year started on January second. I had basketball practice that morning. I went through my normal warm-up drills and normal practice drills; however, one drill got me. It was the half court drill where I do a move at one spot on the floor, and then, …show more content…
She laughed for a solid minute before she would even speak. The doctor told me that it wasn't a sprain at all. I had torn all the lateral ligaments in my ankle and this normally required four months to heal, and in extreme cases, it would need surgery. Mine was an extreme case, but my ankle was too far healed to have the surgery. I would have to take another month to allow it to heal and to also do therapy.
Soon, it was mid March and the beginning of track season. My track coach had me get it checked out once again, and this time, the doctor said I required yet another month for it to heal. That meant no long distance running in track and barely any shot and disc throwing, too. My track coach cared about my injury, unlike my basketball coach. She wasn’t upset about me not being able to run as long as I could still throw and allowed my ankle to heal.
My ankle began healing better, and I didn’t need an ankle brace to walk anymore. Soon, it was the end of April and the beginning of May. I was excited that I was finally on a recovery path for my ankle. The injury had taken such an emotional strain on me. I wasn't able to play my favorite sport, and I wasn’t able to run out my anger and frustration. I was stuck sitting around doing nothing. It ate me alive mentally. There was hope though around April and May