Personal Narrative: My ACL Tear Journey At The Hospital

Sophomore year I was playing at a soccer tournament with my old team. I was playing a great game even though the score was not reflecting my hard work. Towards the end of the game I jumped up caught the ball landed, my body went one way and my legs went the other, then I fell to the ground. Everyone around me had heard a pop, I knew it was my ACL. From this moment in my soccer career I knew I needed to be determined and to be focused on my recovery in order to get back out there. Recovering wasn’t hard, the hardest part was keeping my strength. Through my surgery soccer has taught me many things that I use outside of soccer. One thing it taught me is to never quit, not just from the recovery but from many thing. I was very the best on the

Personal Narrative- Football Injury My nerves were racing in my stomach to no end. I’m wondering if everything is ok? Will everything be as I planned? I couldn 't stop thinking what might happen.

I went up for a layup and got pushed hard in the back. When I came down, I felt my knee buckle and immediately knew something wasn’t right. The sound it made was alarming, proving to be a serious injury - a fractured femur. It was my junior year and I was looking forward to playing basketball and starting to train for the next football season. In my long recovery from this injury, I learned the traits of acceptance, hard work, determination, and vocal leadership.

When it was time to do hand off report, a tech came to deliver a message to the nurse. The message was from one of her patient’s daughters asking the nurse to please call her before the doctor sees her mom because she had some questions. The nurse promptly said she didn’t have time for that, and would not be calling. The tech asked if she wanted the name and number of the patient’s daughter and the nurse said: “I don’t care, I

The ride to the emergency room was calm and boring, I just sat there anticipating how bad it was, hoping it would not be too bad. We finally got to the emergency room, the ride felt like forever. Rapidly, we entered the building, the doctors took me back to the room, and he laid me on a bed. The doctor came into the room and saw a bloody hole in my foot, as he stayed calm, he checked the deep cut. He found that one tendon was torn, which is a good thing, there could have been more torn tendons and muscles.

At the beginning of my sophomore year, August 2015, I fractured my left ankle. My second season of cross country had just begun. The whole team had a Saturday practice at Atlanta Memorial Park. We came to this park for a time trial. Not being able to run was going to be a challenge for me.

Unable to straighten my leg I became very panicked but my coach assured me that I would be ok. Little did he know that it was going to be a life altering injury. The next day I went to my doctor’s office to get my knee checked out (I was still worried because my knee was still

Personal Narrative My freshman year of high school, during basketball season, I injured my knee while playing in a home game versus Paola. I ended up tearing my acl and meniscus in my right knee, resulting in a surgery and a lot of therapy. I loved playing basketball and it was my favorite sport, but ever since I injured myself I haven’t felt the same way about the sport.

I broke my tibia, fibula and cracked my platelet in my ankle. My mom rushed me to a hospital where we waited two hours for me to be seen. After a while my mom got frustrated and very impatient she then helped me back into the car and rushed me to children’s hospital where they wheeled me to an emergency room and put me to sleep. They began to place my bones back into place.

Sitting in the nurse's office, I called my parents and they said they would be there as soon as possible, but camp but a little over an hour away. I ate probably five popsicles while sitting in the nurse’s office, but they didn’t taste as exceptional as they usually do since I was in pain. Originally, I was supposed to stay three more nights, but I guess my camp experience was over for that summer. Soon enough, my parents got there and we started our drive back home. My mom thought it was broken, but my dad swore it was just a sprained ankle that would heal in a week or two, so we waited until the next morning to go to the doctor to find

I made it to the locker room, my trainer Chris gave me the shot. As he set it down I saw the label it said, “Cortisone.” And I knew what it was I instantly knew that my knee was bad, because this was high medical grade medicine. As I put on my equipment I looked around me.

Athletes Closest Thing to Death Former MVP in the NBA, Derrick Rose, jumps his into the air to contest a shot. He comes down hard and collapses on the gym court as the crowd watches the NBA’s finest point guard suffering in agony they are all quiet waiting for him to hop up and continue to play. Unfortunately that 's not the case, and never is with a torn ligament. He was escorted off the court and sent to the hospital where his career fell off a cliff and he has never been even close to as good as he was before his injury. Ligament tears in the knee are one of the worst sports injuries to obtain when as an athlete because they can never go back to how the ligament was to begin with.

This is the story about me, Carlos, a 12 year old kid from Miami who broke his ribs. It was just yesterday, and my soccer team was playing the best team in the state. It was very hot outside; around 100 degrees. We came to the field ready to play, but so were they. It was a tough fought game, and by halftime the game was scoreless, 0-0.

Beginning at the age of nine I had issues with my knee, issues entails whenever I extended my leg or ran my knee cap would slide out of place. When I first noticed it my parents and I set up an appointment with an orthopedic doctor to look further into the problem. After a few other appointments with multiple doctors, we decided to try physical therapy and a knee brace. Various doctors wanted to do surgery but considering I was only nine, surgery was not our choice. After a while we decided to leave the problem alone and see what happened as I grew. Although there were difficulties, such as pain, not being able to run, and various dreadful issues.

When I was fourteen years old I almost tore my anterior cruciate ligament (ACL) and had to have surgery for it. The following weeks I spent in a wheelchair, and then eventually I was on crutches. This challenge made me realize how much I take everyday life for granted, and gave me a perspective on how quickly something like that can take away your normal life. Trying to maintain my grades, my guitar lessons, and friendships was a struggle during this time because of my lack of mobility. However, through patience and hard work, I was able to recover somewhat quickly and have learned from the experience.