My worst fear was that I couldn’t play sports again. I was playing a Kansas volleyball tournament on a rainy Sunday. It was a close, exciting game against a team from Coffeyville, Kansas. It was 23-24, the last point of the game. My life was almost ruined because of my ACL. I fell and my knee went opposite way it was supposed to. Right then, my club coach knew something was wrong. I fell to the ground after trying to get up and started screaming because the pain was so unbearable. On a scale of 1-10 it was a 12. It felt like someone was sticking nails in the back of my knee.
After sitting there crying for about 10 minutes, one of the Kansas medical team came to assist my situation. I was in shock and couldn’t tell them what was hurt or anything. I pointed with my eyes towards my leg. So they thought maybe it was my ankle. Then they felt around my ankle, then they had saw the …show more content…
The pain was unbearable. They told me to lay still and that they were going to take care of my knee and make it better. They definitely didn’t make any pain go away. I felt every poke, prod, every move they made, just everything I felt. I stayed overnight at the hospital for observation. The specialist came into my hospital room and told me the worst news I could’ve heard at the time. He said, “Jasmine, I’m sorry but you’ve torn your ACL and injured your meniscus.” Right then, my heart stopped, it was the worst feeling ever. He told me I needed to have surgery and I had a 50/50 shot of being able to play sports again. Then, I started thinking, “Why me?”, “Why did this happen?”. I wondered what I had done so wrong to be injured like this.
When I went to the specialist two days later, I
After sitting there crying for about 10 minutes, one of the Kansas medical team came to assist my situation. I was in shock and couldn’t tell them what was hurt or anything. I pointed with my eyes towards my leg. So they thought maybe it was my ankle. Then they felt around my ankle, then they had saw the …show more content…
The pain was unbearable. They told me to lay still and that they were going to take care of my knee and make it better. They definitely didn’t make any pain go away. I felt every poke, prod, every move they made, just everything I felt. I stayed overnight at the hospital for observation. The specialist came into my hospital room and told me the worst news I could’ve heard at the time. He said, “Jasmine, I’m sorry but you’ve torn your ACL and injured your meniscus.” Right then, my heart stopped, it was the worst feeling ever. He told me I needed to have surgery and I had a 50/50 shot of being able to play sports again. Then, I started thinking, “Why me?”, “Why did this happen?”. I wondered what I had done so wrong to be injured like this.
When I went to the specialist two days later, I