I always believed that working in the oilfield would take me to retirement. Unfortunately, it
Would not be the case. It would change my life and my goals to the present.
It would begin a little over a year ago, even the oilfield was still going strong in my area. The
drilling company I was working for was putting out a new rig, and was going to be one of the
top drillers placed on that rig. I was so excited, it was unbearable on some days. One day on
one of my days off, I was walking outside going down the steps to finish my yardwork around
the house. I tripped on the steps, landing hard on my right knee. The pain was there, and I
thought it would work itself out in a few days.
Carr 2 As I began my hitch on my rig, the more pressure I put on my
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Six weeks following, the pain and pressure still existed. This time, it was a synvisc
injection to my knee, or what I call gasket maker, hoping to maybe get some relief. This would
continue over the next year until my doctor decided to conduct another MRI. At this time, they
had concluded that my days in the oilfield were through, that my knee could no longer bear the
stresses of what they require on a daily basis on the rig. My knee began developing
fibromyalgic cysts around my where they did the scope and scrape procedure. I suggested to
Carr 4 doctor about a just going ahead and replacing my knee, but instead refused. He prescribed me
more medication and continue my steroid and synvisc injections in hopes that it will heal itself.
To me, I just felt like a guinea pig experiment and that’s when I decided to make a change.
As my wife and I left one of my appointments, we were discussing what changes were
needing to be made. And before we left town, the idea of me going back to school and
changing my occupation had to be considered. I cannot stay on disability forever. And as long
as I could still function and make my family better, the it was a choice I had to
DOI: 4/16/2012. Patient is a 29-year-old male technician who sustained injury when he was 25-feet up on a ladder when the ladder slid and he fell onto the pavement. He had an open reduction internal fixation (ORIF x 2) for a compound tibia fibula fracture and had hardware removal in 4/25/2013. MRI of the lumbar spine performed on 3/24/2016 revealed L5-S1 small right paracentral disc protrusion without significant spinal canal stenosis or neuroforaminal narrowing.
“Crack”, “click” was what I heard before the most excruciating pain I have ever felt filled my right knee. It was on October 7th, it was just weeks before my junior season was going to start. I was at Massillon Washington high school at wrestling practice like I was almost every day. I was drilling with the assistant coach Percy McGee hitting single legs which was my favorite move. About 40 seconds into the drill I hit another single and all of a sudden my knee locked at about 90 degrees.
For my Diverse Field Experience this semester, I spent fifteen hours at the Mclean County Juvenile Detention Center. This particular center was occupied by about 8-14 juveniles at a time, all depending on court dates and occupancy of other nearby detention centers. This center usually had 3 staff members working the shift every time I went, which was seven to nine on weekday afternoons. I was intrigued to go to at this time because I thought it would be the time of the day were the juveniles had no school work or other obligations to do while I was there. I wanted to see what they liked to do in the free time before bed, the only stipulation being mandatory snack time at eight pm.
Becoming a truck driver was the last thing I thought I would be doing. I was a child care provider and loved it. I never could see myself doing anything except caring for children and then this wonderful opportunity came along and changed everything. I realized things sometimes don’t go as planned especially in this changing economy, and that’s when the most adventurist, scariest and yet fulfilling career change I have ever made was staring me in the face. I have never been in a truck before so I had an array of emotions and thoughts when I went to school to start learning about this big truck that was both scary and exciting at the same time.
Hi Ken x I'm ok, thank you, although it was a difficult week.. I'll tell you later. I'm so sorry to hear you are still feeling much sore in your foot and leg, I thought at least your leg was better, but I see it's no so, and it's evident your doctor is analyzing the possibility of a surgery for you, hope that isn't necessary, Ken, and during these two weeks that there are till your visit to the specialist, you begin to get better and feel well. Cross our fingers! Excuse me, but, do you already have the result of your tests, Ken?
Once the patient was asleep, he started by making a small incision on the kneed and inserting the scope which showed a full picture on the camera screens. One of his tools vacuum sucked all the torn ligament pieces away to make it easier to see the part that needed fixed. I got to see the ACL ligament and the meniscus. The doctor stated that it wasn’t as bad as many cases he had seen. When he was done taking out all the torn parts he left, and the assistant sewed her up, the patient was then taken back to get ready for discharge.
My ACL Tear Journey At The Hospital A quick turn on a soccer field led me to the worst experience in my life. A while back in my sophomore year I tore my ACL while I was practicing for my first soccer game of the school year. I made a quick turn without positioning my feet correctly on the ground. I thought that I broke my knee, but I never knew that after that day I would have experienced the worst day a month after on February 15th.
When I finally got a job, the working environment was not conducive. The male coworker and supervisor were not supportive and some of the challenges in university re surfaced. After getting married with plan to raise a family, I had to reconsider my choice of being an engineering. I decided to change my career path to sales to give me time to raise a family and still have some income. My love for medicine and engineering was still very strong that is why I decided to go back to university and study biomedical engineering.
Then fate came along. I met who was going to be my husband, got married and moved to New Jersey. Suddenly all credential earned in the past were questioned. Dental assisting jobs allowed me to evaluate all kind of jobs in the dental field and realized what I wanted to do. I want to become a dental hygienist.
I learned that Occupational Therapy is not a career path I wanted to pursue because the responsibilities and are involved with Occupational Therapy does not seem like something that I would enjoy doing everyday. The variety of customers that came in was interesting and sometimes was very enjoyable, but for the most part I thought the job was very quiet and tamed for me. I found out I might enjoy a career that is mostly predictive, but something new happens every once in a while to keep things interesting. This contributed to the advancement of my career goals by helping me realize the type of work environment I feel would fit me the best and the job shadow also helped me figure out that even though Occupational Therapy can be rewarding and you are helping a wide variety of people, this career path does not suit me. There are other jobs out there that give me the opportunity to help people in other ways, as well as suiting my needs environmentally as well.
When I was twelve I popped my kneecap off during soccer. Just before Thanksgiving, 2015 I had surgery to repair that injury. A tendon from a donor cadaver was added to my kneecap to hold it place, a spare part. However the surgery is not the story; the story is the three prior years that I played through pain, failure, disappointment and above all, the unknown. Those three years of denial took from me some of my youth; of being irresponsible, of not having a routine night of bandages and therapy; and the ease and indulgence of adolescence that only comes once.
I struggled to march and to even stand back up after our water breaks. Because of this pain, I had to constantly sit out, which prevented me from learning marching fundamentals. I had hit the point where it became unbearable, so I went to my doctor who diagnosed me with Osgood Schlatter disease meaning that I was experiencing inflammation below my kneecaps. Even though she informed me that this is common for individuals involved in sports, I expressed my concerns regarding marching. She discussed how because it was severe in both of my knees, I should reconsider continuing marching as it would prevent me from fully healing.
My transition to adulthood came down to a single choice. Should I move four hundred miles away from my friends and my mom going into my junior year of high school or stay in Union, where I was comfortable, without my dad? Have I struggled with my decision? Yes. Have I regretted it?
After I graduate high school I plan on going to the coal mines to work. The reason I want to go to the coal mines is, because my whole family works in the coal mines. On both of my parents sides there are coal miners in their background. My great grandpa was hand loading coal when he was eleven years old he did not get paid for what he did he worked for his dad back then they got paid by the ton of coal they loaded not by the hour. If I go to the mines that will make me the seventh generation on my dad’s side and fifth generation on my mom’s side to work in the mines.
My parents both have stuck with the same jobs for years. Seeing this made me learn that once you have something you’re good at you have to maintain it and even though it may not be the best job you still are able to show how good of a work ethic you