From sixth grade to ninth grade, it seems like I always had some sort of injury at some point during the school year. Since ninth grade I have been relatively injury-free, other than my bicep being a pain in my ass.
THE LIP
We start in sixth grade, and probably my most unlikely injury: split my lip open…while bowling.
“It’s such a safe sport though, how do you manage to do THAT?” is something that I get asked when I tell this story.
I answer with “I’m a klutz.”
It starts with me bowling my Saturday morning league, the last game, in the final frame. I am a little fuzzy on the details, but I remember that I had picked up my ball and was making a comment to my friend about whatever we were talking about while stepping onto the approach…more like putting my lip right onto the edge of it actually.
The approaches at that particular alley were ones you have to step up to, and my clumsy ass didn’t take a high enough step.
SMACK!
a good amount of blood is coming out, oh joy
We quickly leave the alley so I can go get some stitches at the ER. Did I mention that I also had a tournament the next day? And I was willing to bowl with a stitched and puffy lip?
The good(?) thing about that was I won the tournament and my picture was taken, so somewhere out there is me with a banged up lip…good times.
THE ANKLE
Ok so this isn’t me being dumb or anything (for once), the timing of this is great though.
It’s the first day of seventh grade (the only first day that I’ve remembered), and during lunch, a few of my friends and I go outside to play a modified basketball game called Bump. Basically, make the shot before the person behind you does and you can hit their ball to make them run for it and get them out.
I’m up next, trying to get my friend Hannah out. She hits my ball to the other side of the court so I chase after it, grab it, and run back to the basket. I go for a lay-up to not only get my ball in, but also hit hers out as we were shooting at the same time. I jump, land awkwardly, and watch my ball go through the hoop…bittersweet victory.
I stay on the ground for a minute, waiting for the pain to go away. It doesn’t. Try to stand, OW! oh joy
I cannot put any sort of weight on my right foot, so someone gets me a wheelchair and takes me to the nurse’s office while wait for my parents to pick me up and take me to the doctor’s. Once at the doctor’s, they take an x-ray. Turns out I had a hairline fracture in my growth plates, and need to be in a cast to properly heal. No bowling or anything like that for I believe it was 6 weeks. What a great time.
THE CONCUSSION
This one isn’t as fun or anything, sadly.
Freshman year of high school, a normal football practice. We are going through tackling drills, as we normally do on this particular day of the week. I am the one being tackled, my teammate gets a very minor running start to simulate what it would be like during a game. He tackles me and my head hits the hard ground (we practiced outside on grass), I feel a little woozy.
I get up and take my helmet off, the head coach comes up to me and asks me if I’m ok, I say that I’m not and he sends me to get some water and take my pads off, I’m done for the day. Later I take the little test to see if I had symptoms of a concussion, which I obviously did. I had to pass the test in order to go back to practice, and it took me at least a week for me to show no signs of the concussion.
There is no oh joy moment in this story, just a minor concussion and not much else. Good times.