Monday, January 28, 2013

blog 1

                I have experienced many things in my life that made me want to escape, but the evidence of the most recent occurrence still remains physically visible. Everyone sees me, trudging back into our school with a huge black brace and crutches. It is ironic because everyone saw me last year with the same story. It never fails to make me cringe. Why? I think in my head. Why did I have to try to be adventurous and hurt myself? I've never wanted to escape more than when I tore my ACL on my right leg.
                I've already been through this pain one time because I tore my ACL on my left leg as well, but I was still appalled by it. What is the percentage that the same injury would occur on the opposite leg? Who knows, but I definitely beat the statistic. After I went to the orthopedic doctor and verbally heard the news that I would need surgery again I wanted to run away. I didn't know what to do. How could I possibly go through the hurt again? I thought. The recovery process isn't a cake walk. I would be not mobile for far too long, and it was especially daunting this year with all the senior year festivities.  Not to mention that this would be my last year cheering at the high school level. It was all too much for me to handle.
                Obliviously now that the procedure is done, the blood is dried, and the crutches are put underneath my arms; I survived. But as I sit quietly in my seat, I want to escape. I just want to be normal and capable again. I am still in the process of dealing with my injury and it probably will be a while until I will feel freed from it.

1 comment:

  1. Aww - I'm sorry, Morgan. I've had my right knee reconstructed and I can honestly say - I feel your pain. Hang in there!