It all started with my interests in orthopedics. This year, I decided to take Sports Medicine in school. After covering several football games, the athletic trainer John let me tend to the wounds and had me question the athletes about their injuries. One night, a Miramonte student athlete injured his leg severely while playing a football game against Alhambra. He was a sixteen-year-old football player whose leg initially seemed twisted compared to the other leg. Later, the knee swelled up. I helped him to the sidelines and began the routine tests, starting from his history of injuries to the specific motion tests. After having observed the swelling, I felt my way around the knee and moved it relative to the rest of my body. With the ways he felt pains, I explained to the athlete that the ligament was probably torn, and he needed to see a doctor quickly. But, since I was a trainer and not a doctor, I was not certified to provide a diagnosis. I could only advise the athlete the basic rest, ice, compression and elevation before seeing an orthopedic doctor later that night. The next day, the young man returned with a cast on his leg to thank me again and told me that the doctor verified the torn Anterior Cruciate Ligament (ACL)…
The moment I woke up from my surgery I remember my surgeon say that "everything thing went well, that the gallbladder came out fine with no complications." She must have turned to my mom because she had said that she wanted me to stay overnight to monitor me, crazy thing was is that I was a actually still pretty drugged up, the room was a little fuzzy my mouth had a weird dry nasty taste inside of it that I really can't put my tongue to, they wouldn't even give me water right away As I looked down i wasn't in the baggy tan robe gown any more that they had given me when i had first arrived at devos children's hospital. I looked down at my stomach i had three little cuts along my side covered in little butterfly stitches and…
I considered the gravitas of my actions only once before deciding to bandage a part of my body. I had wondered if girl I sit next to in Sociology lecture would believe the stories behind my injury. I had wondered if my friends would notice the injury and try to aid me as I walked around the bustling city. I had wondered if they would be annoyed and the constant reference to my injuries. I began to question myself as I wrapped the bright blue bandage around my knee. Around once, then twice, and fastened it securely on the back of my leg. I had spent an hour trying to figure out which body part I should bandage. The wrists were too obvious, my back to hidden, my left ankle too obscured by my new Adidas superstars. So I settled on my knee. My knee could play a central character in thousands of stories that could have caused injury. I began to picture a tumultuous decent down the cement stairs of 55 E 10th street, a catastrophic encounter with a street sign marking the fire line as a no-park zone, an awry Uber making direct contact with my kneecap in the middle of a rainy overcast afternoon. I push those thought away instead focusing on the Yoko Ono’s words. I must only make up the story when someone…
For as long as can remember I have had problems with my knee. It all started back in middle school, when we were playing basketball in our math class. My teacher at the time, Mr. Siem, would play with us. On this particular day, we were on opposing teams and he was bringing down the ball. When I went to defend him, he never stopped and he ran into me. His knee landed on mine with all of his weight. I knew right away that something was wrong.…
The game of soccer has always come natural to me. Competing in the game of soccer is what I love to do. Being physical is something I’ve never been scared of. If I’m being completely honest, going in hard on tackles is what I’m known for. Being a physical player is a strength of mine. Being physical in the game of soccer always comes with the risk of getting hurt. Two years ago I took that risk of getting hurt, and getting hurt is exactly what happened.…
To accomplish my goal I did some refreshment my nursing skill and producers before clinical. I reviewed my nursing skill and procedure to refresh my brain about how to administer parental injection, the right site for IM and S/C, and size and length of needles. I reviewed my health and physical assessment videos and review my nursing skill notes how to assess head to toe and pain scale, Glasgow Coma Scale (GCS) and CIWA Scale which helped me a lot to refresh my skills. Also, I looked up my previous clinical worksheets which reminded me some nursing diagnosis and…
In the course of my life, I have had quite a few scars. One physical scar was when I tripped, and landed on a rock, and cut my forehead. But the most memorable, was when I was eight years old, I was hurt when I accidentally landed on a table after being hit by a pillow. As a result, I had a wide open cut on the top of my head near my forehead from the landing. I was scarred for life. This was my second scar after I had the former at an earlier age.…
A cold sweat began to bead at the base of my neck as I urged the muscles in my knee to work their way through the set of squats my physical therapist had asked me to perform. My appointment was scheduled at seven in the morning, but already I could feel the adrenaline rushing up and down my spine as I watched the sun rise over the waking city through the large paneled windows of the gym. Sharp pain shot up the inside of my right knee as I slowly lowered myself, making it difficult to continue the squats. As I pushed the muscles in my knee to lower myself further, I gazed intently at the wall in front of me for inspiration. A quote I had learned to cherish over time as my personal mantra adorned the wall, reading, "What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us." With these powerful words lodged into the back of my mind, I dropped my body into an even lower squat and continued to complete the set with strong determination to get back to soccer, the sport…
My knee surgeries have affected basketball and football tremendously. At a basketball tournament in January during my fifth grade year, I went up to the basket for a layup and my knee gave out. I knew instantly it was really bad. I was later…
Failure was not an option. If I wanted to play quarter back, I knew what I needed to do.…
I felt as though I was paralyzed from the waist down. I would try to move my leg or even shift an ankle but I never got a response. This was the first time thoughts of death ever cross my mind.…
We arrived at the hospital, fairly early in the morning. Paxton my nephew was having surgery today on his ears at proctor. he had to get this surgery since he has had many ear infections and he was only one. they got him all set up by checking vitals, blood pressure, weight, height, and many other things to get ready for surgery. after they got him all set up they said we needed to go into the waiting room so they could get started. we gave hugs, kisses and headed out to the waiting room. This surgery lasted about a half an hour, but it felt like forever. While he was in surgery my heart was racing, my head was pounding, and my palms were sticky and sweaty. His surgery lasted about forty minutes long so it worried us after it had already been…
Although I have had many injuries growing up, there is one that particularly changed my life for the better. The injury occurred when I was playing eighth grade football. It was August and we were scrimmaging Westfield; a very good team that had a lot of big players. The coach called me onto the field to play fullback, which means that I was probably going to carry the football. As I was running onto the field my heart started to beat a little faster. I had a bad feeling about getting the ball. I thought that I was going to get hurt because on the play prior the fullback ahead of me injured his knee on a run. Everything went well for the first few plays, but on the fifth play the coach called a fullback run. My heart was racing, at the snap of the ball I ran ahead for about an eight yard gain, but on the way down I felt a horrible pain in my right foot. I ended up going to the hospital a half an hour later, the doctor said that I had multiple fractures (6 to be exact), possibly some torn ligaments, and a dislocation of a few bones. I really did a number on myself. The doctor claimed to me that I would be out for at least 6 weeks, which is over halfway through the regular season. The doctor also highly recommended that I go see a sports injury specialist, or a foot specialist.…
Just a few years back, August 2010 to be exact, I sat before a 12 man jury on charges of arm robbery, As the came back reading a guilty verdict, I sat in my chair next to my high paid lawyer feeling just as guilty as the verdict that had just been read before me. Not wanting to break down in tears I looked over at the deputy standing just to the right of me and asked her to escort me back to my cell. On the walk back, I replayed everything in my head that had put me in the situation I was in, I remember it was about 5:00 pm on a Friday evening, me and my ex boyfriend were home cooking dinner. The phone rang and he answered, it was two of his cousins asking if they could come over and hang out? Not thinking the night would end with us behind bars, we…
My first injury is what happened in May of this year (2016). I had dropped a 8-foot bench on my foot after cleaning up the lodge that my class was staying in. I had gone to Urgent Care and they x-rayed my foot as a bruise to the bone with a possible hairline fracture. My foot was to swollen to see if it has a fracture yet and the doctor had told me that within a week it could be seen. The injury is on the middle of my left foot. You can still tell it is injured and is still a bit swollen. Along with this injury, my doctor concluded that I also have extremely flat feet which makes me needing to wear a brace on each foot. Also known as fallen arches. My third and final injury is that of an extra ligament in my right knee. This injury has affected…