Anterior Cruciate Ligament
We’ve all have had a challenge in one point of our lives when nothing will ever be the same again. When, in some cases, many times you ask yourself “Why me? Why now?” Well for me, that challenge came to me unexpected, uncalled for, and out of the blue. On January 31, 2014 is the day I tore my ACL… The day my high school soccer career was at risk from the minute I felt that pop inside of my left knee. Every time I step on the field I get flashbacks from that day. It was around 15 or 20 minutes into the first half of the game when one of my teammates crossed the ball and I jumped to head it in. As soon as I landed, I did a shift, or turn, at the same time. Unfortunately, while making that unforgettable turn, my left …show more content…
By the time the trainers and my coach got to me it had felt like a lifetime. The trainers and my coaches were all huddled around me, barely giving me a chance to breathe, kept asking me if I was okay… Of course I am not okay! I’m worried sick about my knee, about my game, about my teammates, about my season. They helped me get on the golf cart, and we drove off the field and onto the track. The game went on without me. I stayed seated on the bench for the rest of the first half to ice my knee. The trainer then put me to do some exercises to see if I was okay and still eligible to play. Maybe it was the adrenaline pumping through my veins or the thought of letting my team down, but I don’t know what came over me to decide to go back in and continue to play again in the same …show more content…
I had told him that yes, I was sure and that it was just something minor, nothing big to worry about. I have never regretted something so much in my life than that decision. I went back in for 15 minutes, maybe less, and again, my knee popped. I fell to the floor and everything repeated itself again, like a déjà vu. This time I knew I wasn’t okay, or even able to do anything! I was holding my knee, crying, and in so much pain waiting for the trainer to get to me so he can take me out the game… again.
I had to stop playing what I loved to do every day of my life for eight months. In those eight months, I was in rehab doing exercises that were difficult to do and also watching my teammates play while I was on the sideline, cheering them on in the games. One of the feelings I had felt when the doctor had finally ratified if my ACL was torn was hoping for the best, but expecting the worst possible
We’ve all have had a challenge in one point of our lives when nothing will ever be the same again. When, in some cases, many times you ask yourself “Why me? Why now?” Well for me, that challenge came to me unexpected, uncalled for, and out of the blue. On January 31, 2014 is the day I tore my ACL… The day my high school soccer career was at risk from the minute I felt that pop inside of my left knee. Every time I step on the field I get flashbacks from that day. It was around 15 or 20 minutes into the first half of the game when one of my teammates crossed the ball and I jumped to head it in. As soon as I landed, I did a shift, or turn, at the same time. Unfortunately, while making that unforgettable turn, my left …show more content…
By the time the trainers and my coach got to me it had felt like a lifetime. The trainers and my coaches were all huddled around me, barely giving me a chance to breathe, kept asking me if I was okay… Of course I am not okay! I’m worried sick about my knee, about my game, about my teammates, about my season. They helped me get on the golf cart, and we drove off the field and onto the track. The game went on without me. I stayed seated on the bench for the rest of the first half to ice my knee. The trainer then put me to do some exercises to see if I was okay and still eligible to play. Maybe it was the adrenaline pumping through my veins or the thought of letting my team down, but I don’t know what came over me to decide to go back in and continue to play again in the same …show more content…
I had told him that yes, I was sure and that it was just something minor, nothing big to worry about. I have never regretted something so much in my life than that decision. I went back in for 15 minutes, maybe less, and again, my knee popped. I fell to the floor and everything repeated itself again, like a déjà vu. This time I knew I wasn’t okay, or even able to do anything! I was holding my knee, crying, and in so much pain waiting for the trainer to get to me so he can take me out the game… again.
I had to stop playing what I loved to do every day of my life for eight months. In those eight months, I was in rehab doing exercises that were difficult to do and also watching my teammates play while I was on the sideline, cheering them on in the games. One of the feelings I had felt when the doctor had finally ratified if my ACL was torn was hoping for the best, but expecting the worst possible