Personal Narrative: My Trip To The Medical Field
I never used to be very empathetic and didn’t know a lot about pain. I also had no knowledge of what it is like to have a bad injury, until that day. Monday May 31st was like any other day in 2010. I went to school, attended after school care an I had BMX practice. Pulling up to the track, it should have been like any normal day, except the smell of smoke lingering from the night before when a group teens broke into and burnt down our moto shed. Practicing was normal, I was on my second or third lap, going slow due to a light rain, when I went down in the second corner. Nobody knew how bad my fall actually was. I sat there crying until one of the first aid personnel came to assist me. They got me to stand up and try to take a step, I nearly fell on my face. I was soon sitting on one of the other adult racers bike being pushed up the hill. After assessing my knee, I sat in the washroom on a lawnchair for about a half an hour, before deciding to go to the hospital. On the way to the hospital was
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horrible, every bump hurt more and more… After sitting in the ER for what felt like forever, I got an X-Ray and was told I broke my Tibia plateau and stretched my ACL. I was admitted to the hospital overnight, with surgery following the next afternoon. While I was preparing for surgery, I got put in the hallway outside of the OR, I cried my eyes out for an hour, wishing to go home.
Finally I was wheeled into the OR and they explained what would happen. They started to count down from ten while they administered anesthesia. Before I knew I shut my eyes and I was out like a light.
Several hours later I woke up in the recovery room greeted with pain and tiredness. I stayed in the hospital for 3 more days before finally going home on the friday. As soon as I got home I was on twenty-four-seven bed rest, in a wheelchair for three months, and crutches for four. I had to learn how to walk again and hope to cope with pain.
Until that day, I never understood pain. I never could relate to how others feel when they ‘complain’. I never understood what real pain was until I was put in the place to endure pain for months. At last I’m thankful for this experience. Empathy is the greatest gift to come out of months and years of
pain.
horrible, every bump hurt more and more… After sitting in the ER for what felt like forever, I got an X-Ray and was told I broke my Tibia plateau and stretched my ACL. I was admitted to the hospital overnight, with surgery following the next afternoon. While I was preparing for surgery, I got put in the hallway outside of the OR, I cried my eyes out for an hour, wishing to go home.
Finally I was wheeled into the OR and they explained what would happen. They started to count down from ten while they administered anesthesia. Before I knew I shut my eyes and I was out like a light.
Several hours later I woke up in the recovery room greeted with pain and tiredness. I stayed in the hospital for 3 more days before finally going home on the friday. As soon as I got home I was on twenty-four-seven bed rest, in a wheelchair for three months, and crutches for four. I had to learn how to walk again and hope to cope with pain.
Until that day, I never understood pain. I never could relate to how others feel when they ‘complain’. I never understood what real pain was until I was put in the place to endure pain for months. At last I’m thankful for this experience. Empathy is the greatest gift to come out of months and years of
pain.