Personal Narrative: My Trip To The Medical Field

I never used to be very empathetic and didn’t know a lot about pain. I also had no knowledge of what it is like to have a bad injury, until that day. Monday May 31st was like any other day in 2010. I went to school, attended after school care an I had BMX practice. Pulling up to the track, it should have been like any normal day, except the smell of smoke lingering from the night before when a group teens broke into and burnt down our moto shed. Practicing was normal, I was on my second or third lap, going slow due to a light rain, when I went down in the second corner. Nobody knew how bad my fall actually was. I sat there crying until one of the first aid personnel came to assist me. They got me to stand up and try to take a step, I nearly fell on my face. I was soon sitting on one of the other adult racers bike being pushed up the hill. After assessing my knee, I sat in the washroom on a lawnchair for about a half an hour, before deciding to go to the hospital. On the way to the hospital was
Finally I was wheeled into the OR and they explained what would happen. They started to count down from ten while they administered anesthesia. Before I knew I shut my eyes and I was out like a light.
Several hours later I woke up in the recovery room greeted with pain and tiredness. I stayed in the hospital for 3 more days before finally going home on the friday. As soon as I got home I was on twenty-four-seven bed rest, in a wheelchair for three months, and crutches for four. I had to learn how to walk again and hope to cope with pain.
Until that day, I never understood pain. I never could relate to how others feel when they ‘complain’. I never understood what real pain was until I was put in the place to endure pain for months. At last I’m thankful for this experience. Empathy is the greatest gift to come out of months and years of