Even as I entered the arena,
I had a feeling something bad was going to happen. The ball entered and I raced
for it. Unfortunately someone else got there first and the ball just barely
tapped my leg as it whizzed out. I was out. So I went to climb out.
Unfortunately something happened with my leg as I was coming out.
It felt like it went left,
right, hyper-extended, and had the kneecap pop out all at the same time. I fell
over. At that moment I knew what a haze of pain was. I literally had no input
to my brain other than that of the excruciating pain from what ever happened in
my knee. I had about 10 seconds of completely white vision. I finally noticed
what was happening around me when I heard Jackie asking me if I needed my
parents. I still wasn’t sure what had happened so I dazedly sat up and murmured
to her that no, no I don’t think I need anyone.
Then I tried to brush
everyone away saying oh it was just my kneecap popping out. I felt the outside
of my leg and determined that my kneecap was in place so I asked for a hand up.
I almost screamed (but did not) because of the amount of pain my knee was
sending me as I tried to stand. I immediately sat back down.
I asked for help to scoot
over next to the wall. I sat there trying not to cry and figure what had
happened. A bad feeling slowly formed in the pit of my stomach. Jackie came up with my dad in tow, and I was
extremely grateful that she didn’t listen to me and went and got him. Dad
helped me to move into the usher’s station as we tried to assess how to handle
the issue. Mrs. Bittner came in and dad asked if there was any ibuprofen around,
she went to go get it. Dad carefully checked my leg and said it looked like
nothing was wrong; it might just be a bad bruise. Mrs. Bittner came back with
ice, water, and the pills.
I took the pills and held
the bag of ice on my leg. Some of my friends came in and sat and talked to me.
They came and they went, for a while I didn’t really pay attention to the
conversation. In my head I was coming up with the worst scenario possible.
Eventually I just broke down and was crying for a bit as they prayed for me.
(For some reason that reminded me of my first Youth Camp lol J ) I gained control of my emotions as the girls were
talking to me, and was able to even smile.
When we got home that night,
I was up in my room on my bed. (I’m not entirely how I got to the car, then to
my house, then up the stairs, but it happened somehow) I was sitting there
trying to listen to the pain signals my leg was sending me, but oddly there
were few. I moved my ankle. Then I started crying and panicking because I could
not feel my leg at all.
My mom came up and saw me
crying and asked if the pain had gotten worse. I told her I could not feel my
leg, she then went downstairs to talk to dad. A few minutes later dad came up
and told me that we were going to go to the emergency room. (I was not very
happy about that…)