My heart sunk as the words repeated over and over in my head. I had no idea how to process the fact that within the next two weeks, I would be having ankle surgery. I knew my ankle was pretty messed up but I didn’t think it was that bad. Over the past month, I’d played in 4 tournaments with my club soccer team and dealt with pain and swelling the whole time but didn’t think it was anything major until I got to the point I could hardly walk on it anymore. My parents and I decided it would be in my best interest to go see an orthopedic surgeon to find out what was wrong and figure out what they thought I should do to treat it. The few days leading up to my appointment, I got very nervous. I didn’t know what they were going to tell me and I didn’t
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I woke up around five o’clock in the morning because I had to be at the hospital by six. I was nervous but I knew this would fix my ankle and I would recover and come back from this experience better and stronger than ever before. I became overwhelmed at the hospital when I had all the different nurses asking me questions and poking me in random places with all these needles. Everything became a blur as they gave me the anesthesia to calm me down before they took me back. I vaguely remember my parents telling me good look and the next thing I knew, I was waking up in recovery. My whole right leg was numb from the waist down and I was extremely groggy. I wasn’t in any pain and I was able to eat some crackers and drink some apple juice. My surgeon told my parents that the surgery was successful and they repaired all my torn ligaments and replaced my peroneal tendon with a cadaver tendon so I could hopefully avoid tearing it again. He said in about 6 months, I’d be back playing soccer without any problems. That was good news to me. They released me a few hours later. The next few days and nights were rough and dealing with the pain was difficult for me. I’d never broken any bones before this so I was new to relying on people and being dependent on others. This experience made me realize that I was extremely resilient and I was able to bounce back quickly in rough times. Although I was extremely frustrated and upset because of this happening to me, I was
I woke up around five o’clock in the morning because I had to be at the hospital by six. I was nervous but I knew this would fix my ankle and I would recover and come back from this experience better and stronger than ever before. I became overwhelmed at the hospital when I had all the different nurses asking me questions and poking me in random places with all these needles. Everything became a blur as they gave me the anesthesia to calm me down before they took me back. I vaguely remember my parents telling me good look and the next thing I knew, I was waking up in recovery. My whole right leg was numb from the waist down and I was extremely groggy. I wasn’t in any pain and I was able to eat some crackers and drink some apple juice. My surgeon told my parents that the surgery was successful and they repaired all my torn ligaments and replaced my peroneal tendon with a cadaver tendon so I could hopefully avoid tearing it again. He said in about 6 months, I’d be back playing soccer without any problems. That was good news to me. They released me a few hours later. The next few days and nights were rough and dealing with the pain was difficult for me. I’d never broken any bones before this so I was new to relying on people and being dependent on others. This experience made me realize that I was extremely resilient and I was able to bounce back quickly in rough times. Although I was extremely frustrated and upset because of this happening to me, I was