Personal Narrative: A Career In The Medical Field

There I was laying on the field, during the second half of my football game, tossing and turning as I held my right shoulder in agonizing pain. I looked up only to see the trainer looking down at me with a concerned look. “What’s wrong?” he asked. Repeatedly I tapped my shoulder as I was struggling to get the words out. He helped me up and walked me back to the sideline. I waited for what seemed like hours for the game to end. A few days later, I went to a local doctor to get an X-ray. The doctor told me that there was nothing wrong and that the pain should subside in a couple of days, and it did. Later in the season as I went in for a tackle, I felt my shoulder pop. Immediately I was in pain and thought to myself, “ It happened again.” This
My mother decided I should see a specialist in Nashville after not being satisfied with our local doctor’s diagnosis. When I arrived at the doctor's office, I explained to the doctor in detail what had happened and he immediately recommended an MRI. Vividly I remember laying down as they pushed me into the colossal machine. It was miserable lying completely still like a statue for an hour while hearing the loud clicking noise of the massive machine. A week later, I went back to the doctor to get the results. He informed me that I had a tear in my labrum and that it would require surgery. But it wasn't the worst news. He then explained that he did not recommend that I play football ever again. When I heard those words, it was like the entire world stopped for a few seconds. I was heartbroken. Not being able to play the sport I fell in love with when I was just 7 years old made me feel dejected. I didn't know how I could live without playing football, but I had to accept my new reality. I had the surgery at the beginning of my sophomore year. After months of physical therapy, I was ready to find a new sport to play. Shortly thereafter, a friend introduced me to the game of