A Part Adrift and a Part Established
“Seek God first,” Matthew 6:33.
Making decisions in life can be difficult. The decision I had to make was very troublesome. I had to choose between two things that meant so very much to me. It became clear to me what was necessary to acquire my needs when I felt the discomfort in my back.
“Ugh, my back feels dreadful!” I complained to one of my teammates at gymnastics practice one day. It had started at a dull, bearable, ache but now it was tortuous. “I think I am going to go ice.” I added to my complaint. The ice was frigid against my back, but it was like a weight had been lifted off of my spine. I had been practicing like this for at least a month now. It was in my nature to go strong until I thought …show more content…
I was really beginning to fret about my back. We got the x- rays and a few days later we got the results. Nothing appeared to be wrong. Just a little area that may have looked off. The doctor assumed it was hurting me because of growing, but she still recommended three to four weeks off of gymnastics and softball. I was really nervous for this long break. Would I be afraid of the skills I had once mastered? Would I fall behind in conditioning and strength? But another part of me was longing for the break that I was going to receive. After all, I had been doing this activity for eleven years of my life, almost every day of the week. A break from softball wouldn’t be bad either, right? I was wrong about the softball part. Every time we had practice, I would go and watch. I would be longing to get off the bucket and go throw and hit. Gymnastics on the other hand was antithetic. I really didn’t miss it very much. There was so much I could do now. I was able to be at home with my family. I was able to play with my siblings. I was able to go to sleep at a good time. I was able to spend more time with …show more content…
But even in the peace of the night my back pain was sharp. I cried. The pain was horrible. The pain wouldn’t cease, and I didn’t know what to do, so I went to get my mom. I aroused her from her slumber and told her the problem. My dad was half asleep, and he replied to my issue, saying, “Just move the pillow.” What was that supposed to mean? I laughed slightly. My mom and I silently walked through the hallway and down the stairs. I took the medicine she handed me and we went back to my room. She stayed in my room that night and rubbed my back. I was so thankful to have her there. The alarm went off the next morning, but my mom was still there. She asked me how I felt. I told her that I felt better, but not completely ample. I wanted to go to school anyways. While I was at school my mom had made an appointment for me to go to Children’s Hospital. So that is where we went about a week later. When my mom, my dad, and I all got settled into the examination room the doctor came in. He did a variety of tests on my back. He would say things like, “does this is hurt?” and, “could you bend back for me?” We did all of these tests but none of them bothered me. After all, I hadn’t done anything in at least two weeks! The doctor decided that physical therapy and rest would be the best route for me. He told me this routine would help to prevent a stress fracture. So I still wasn’t allowed to go to any practices? The answer to that was still
“Seek God first,” Matthew 6:33.
Making decisions in life can be difficult. The decision I had to make was very troublesome. I had to choose between two things that meant so very much to me. It became clear to me what was necessary to acquire my needs when I felt the discomfort in my back.
“Ugh, my back feels dreadful!” I complained to one of my teammates at gymnastics practice one day. It had started at a dull, bearable, ache but now it was tortuous. “I think I am going to go ice.” I added to my complaint. The ice was frigid against my back, but it was like a weight had been lifted off of my spine. I had been practicing like this for at least a month now. It was in my nature to go strong until I thought …show more content…
I was really beginning to fret about my back. We got the x- rays and a few days later we got the results. Nothing appeared to be wrong. Just a little area that may have looked off. The doctor assumed it was hurting me because of growing, but she still recommended three to four weeks off of gymnastics and softball. I was really nervous for this long break. Would I be afraid of the skills I had once mastered? Would I fall behind in conditioning and strength? But another part of me was longing for the break that I was going to receive. After all, I had been doing this activity for eleven years of my life, almost every day of the week. A break from softball wouldn’t be bad either, right? I was wrong about the softball part. Every time we had practice, I would go and watch. I would be longing to get off the bucket and go throw and hit. Gymnastics on the other hand was antithetic. I really didn’t miss it very much. There was so much I could do now. I was able to be at home with my family. I was able to play with my siblings. I was able to go to sleep at a good time. I was able to spend more time with …show more content…
But even in the peace of the night my back pain was sharp. I cried. The pain was horrible. The pain wouldn’t cease, and I didn’t know what to do, so I went to get my mom. I aroused her from her slumber and told her the problem. My dad was half asleep, and he replied to my issue, saying, “Just move the pillow.” What was that supposed to mean? I laughed slightly. My mom and I silently walked through the hallway and down the stairs. I took the medicine she handed me and we went back to my room. She stayed in my room that night and rubbed my back. I was so thankful to have her there. The alarm went off the next morning, but my mom was still there. She asked me how I felt. I told her that I felt better, but not completely ample. I wanted to go to school anyways. While I was at school my mom had made an appointment for me to go to Children’s Hospital. So that is where we went about a week later. When my mom, my dad, and I all got settled into the examination room the doctor came in. He did a variety of tests on my back. He would say things like, “does this is hurt?” and, “could you bend back for me?” We did all of these tests but none of them bothered me. After all, I hadn’t done anything in at least two weeks! The doctor decided that physical therapy and rest would be the best route for me. He told me this routine would help to prevent a stress fracture. So I still wasn’t allowed to go to any practices? The answer to that was still