Before I start I must tell you that anything written here is 100% true. That's my first time writing about a real life experiance, so don't expect something perfect.
This writing may also have answers of why I haven't upload almost anything this year. It was very difficult and I hope I didn't let anybody down.
So my real life story begins.
Flashback Number
Flashy snow, many trees and one single way. That’s how I remember minutes before it happened. I held my skiing sticks deep in my gloves, kept staring in the snowy line in front of me. Just some more seconds and coach gave a sign. My silver skies slide towards the start place where I would begin. I took a deep breath, fixed my white helmet and again looked at my number jacket. The number 88 was on it. I don’t believe in bad and good numbers, but this one was bad, really bad. I didn’t mind it in fact I even thought it brings luck. Now I kinda believe that numbers which can be divided with 4 are bad ones. Why so bad? Listen to the rest where I describe the most unlucky day that totally screwed up my life.
“Number 88, you can start!” man in red snow suit said.
I took deep breath and for second though aboutevents that happened in the morning. Few weeks before, I had signed to go on a skiing contest. I was really excited, because I have been skiing since I was four. To think in what I got myself into now…. Well to return back, we were on bus getting towards snowy mountains. I saw a lot of familiar faces there, even a friend who I haven’t seen for nearly five years. Together, after coming to mountains we went to ski. Contest started around twelve o’clock, long enough for us getting some speed on ski lines. It was really nice skiing on the hills with incredible speed and beauty of the mountains. I so wish those moments lasted a bit longer, because the next snow ride I took… was the last one in this year.
Hearing my number 88, I turned towards the start. Snow line wasn’t that complicated, not too flat not too steed. For the contest you need to ski on that ski line while making turns around sticks with flags. When you reach the end you get your time and the one with best time wins. Easy enough right?
I started skiing around first flag sticks. It was a bit complicated, because around 87 kids already skied before me and a lot of snow was literally turned into ice. Duo to that my skies were shaking big time while I was skiing down. Next few seconds were okay too, some nice turns and good speed. Then it was the moment that is still appearing in my head. Even now I can see it.
There were two flag sticks which were very near each other. For I second I got confused around which one will I have to ski. Speed was increasing for every second of confusion. In the last moment I figured which one was the right one and quickly turned towards it. Quick turn and there was just blackness.
Few seconds maybe even minutes later I opened my eyes and realized I was lying on the ground. I heard my teacher shouting to continue. I obediently stood up… did I? I’m not sure, it’s as I lost those memories duo to the sudden shock. Next thing I remember was falling on the ground. For some reason I couldn’t move my leg. Also out of sudden, pain appeared as someone was trying to tear my leg apart.
After that was just chaos. Teachers rushed towards me when I was still so confused. My head still hurt from the fall and enormous pain in my leg was increasing. Paramedic rushed towards me and started moving the leg as I was a doll. After some painful checks he simply said “Nothing is broken. Let’s go down slowly.” and left. God if he knew what was really wrong. I didn’t break my leg, but got even worse
injury.
For next few hours I’m not really sure what happened. I know they somehow got me on the bus where I waited for getting home. During the time I waited I tried to sort my memories into some sense. With my mind I returned back on the ski line between those two flags. That’s when I realized. Accident happened because my right ski got stuck for flag sticks in the last moment I considered which flag stick is a right one. With high speed I pulled leg forward when stick held it back. This caused some sort tearing. Hour or two later other skiing contestants showed up and I think I was asked what happened for at least fifty times. Luckily those didn’t tire me with countless questions and just left me to rest. ‘Cept for some squeaking girls that were sitting next to me, they were the worst. They wanted to know every single detail how and what happened. I had trouble explaining since I was still confused duo to the shock.
Ride home began and some older contestants brought a backpack full of bottles. I was somehow used to older guys bringing alcohol on the buses, so I didn’t really mind. I minded big time after quick turn. Some bags, including the one with bottles fell from upper shelves. Why I’m telling this? Because the backpack with bottles fell right on my injured leg! Heavy glass forced my most animalistic sound from me. I was already in pain and glass just had to make it worse. Guys started apologizing when I just wanted to say “Go to hell already” and forget that day even happened.
When I got in hospital I couldn’t walk on my own, so my mom got a wheelchair. I felt a bit stupid for being on wheelchair and all, but I knew that was the best for my leg. After X – ray doctor said my leg isn’t broken or anything, just damaged in different way. Knowing nothing from the x –ray, he could only check the injury by pain.
When I had had a painful injury where part of my skin was removed while I felt it, I thought that was the most painful experience I’ve ever had. I was wrong deeply. Doctor roughly moved my leg around so painfully that I thought he’s just going to rip it off me. Feeling of my limbs getting apart from my body felt so terrible. I even started crying from the pain. In the end he finally said what was wrong. I have torn my knee ligaments apart.
For the ones who aren’t familiar with this injury, common among sportsmen, I’ll explain a bit. Leg has two main bones connecting in knee. In knee are four muscles that are keeping those two bones together – knee ligaments. From four main ones I have torn two completely.
I mentioned that it was far better if I’ve just broke my leg. You know why? Because bones heal up in few weeks or a month when knee ligaments need months! Sometimes even a year.
I had injury on fifth February and I still have it. All four months I wasn’t able to do any exercise. Even fast walking was fatal for my knee. I was so sad, because I needed to quit tennis playing. I’ve become so good this year that I even won the third place on Junior Tennis contest. Also my tennis partner is such a good friend. Duo to being on different High Schools we can’t even hang out during our training
anymore. We can only communicate through cell phones which we both don’t really like. Instead of meeting every Monday and Thursday during this year, we’ve only seen each other for two weekends.
I still have a so called “hospital trauma”. I mean I needed to spend three full days in hospital. It was my very first time and from what nurses said I was “really frightened kid”. Duo to my looks and short size they thought I was fourteen. I’m seventeen actually and when one other nurse asked me how old I was, I just asked “How many years do you give me?” She said twelve or thirteen. I minded a bit at first, but you know what? I like being young . It only bothered me a bit once when one of the nurses came to check my temperature and only heard my voice. That time she thought I was ten or nine. Gee, I never knew my voice was THAT high pitched.
Other than that, things were almost as same as in movies and books. Hospital food was horrible, tasting almost the same as plastic. Luckily my mom saved me with fruit from home. Also the thing they show in anime a lot – extremely hot nurses. They actually were and for some I could only think if they were “all natural” duo to some who had dyed hair in freaky colors, almost like Riku’s silver ones or Kairi’s red. There wasn’t much stuff that I could actually do in hospital. I read a book that I read for more than twenty times, slept and texted some of my close friends. I also had my PSP with me, but couldn’t really play BBS because I had needle in my hand all the time. This caused me pain every time I switched commands during battle.
After I got home I could only walk using crutches. It was very difficult because snow and ice were everywhere. As weeks passed I got crutches in control getting everywhere even on snowy hill and ice covered roads. Once I even managed to climb on the tree and my mom almost got crazy when she saw me there. Other than that my classmates joked that I could write a book “One Hundred and One Use of the Crutches”. Also I will never forget the moment when nerd guy in our class, who often picks on me, took my crutches and started making fun of how clumsy I am. Next moment while pretending to use the crutches he fell on his showing – off ass! I hardly hid my laugh while saying “I think you’re going to need those if you’ll continue to be so clumsy.”
After a month I could walk on my own wearing special brace. If you know anime Fullmetal Alchemist, I felt like wearing an automail. Every move I made felt so unreal as my leg was artificial. Luckily after two months and a half I could walk without brace, but still be careful of sudden movements.
As my doctor said the middle knee ligament can never mend when side ligaments can. According to doc’s plan I finish my third year of the high school, while side knee ligament mends, and have a surgery in the beginning of the summer. Surgery is supposed to be very difficult, that’s at least what doc said.
Now summer has come and also my surgery. I managed to finish school, not with the highest school mark, but I was very close. Surgery was on Tuesday 11. 6. 2013. I was scared duo to some stuff I read about general anesthesia. That’s when they put you in sleep while cutting into your body. In some article I read about boy who didn’t woke up. It made me feel paralyzed, thinking only about how everything will turn up.
And yet day of the surgery finally came. Seven o’clock in the morning I came to hospital. Nurse helped get hospital pajamas on which were way too big on me. I said “I think it’s a bit too big” when nurse replied “No, it’s huge”. After that we went to cellar rooms where
operating rooms were. I needed to take my all clothes off and laid on operating table while nurse cover me with extremely hot towels. Some other nurse also came, saying “good morning” for at least ten times while preparing different liquids. Then I got needle in my hand once again. Nurse almost immediately put tube with salt solution in. I felt a bit cold feeling that spread in almost my entire body. I started feeling dizzy, keep watching how nurse was preparing different injects.
I have clearly no idea when I fell asleep. Next moment I woke up in some other room, hearing some beeping machines and shrinking tape that measured my blood pressure. I felt lots of bandages around my entire leg. Then I nearly started chocking myself when I felt some sort of liquid in my throat. Someone set some sort of black bag in front of my mouth so I could throw up it. I never felt so tired, even after they brought me back in my hospital bed. My eyelids were as they were stuck together with glue. Same went for my body that was limp.
The day after the surgery was the weirdest day I’ve ever experienced. Duo to anesthesia I was forced into sleep. But not the deep one. I could still heard conversations and sounds in there. Even my mom who tried to woke me up. I tried my best, but drugs didn’t let me. I woke up in the evening time, hungry as hell. Dad brought me some apricots which tasted really good. Only problem – my stomach didn’t
think so. I threw up and felt even weaker. Nurses gave me some more drugs into tube making me feel even more terrible. In next two hours I threw up two more times emptying my stomach completely.
Next day I couldn’t bring myself to eat a thing. Stomach rumbled all the time and when I smelled any food I felt as I’m going to throw up one more time. Even now I still have problems eating, so my mom keeps making me tea to fix my stomach. It actually really worked! The first day I came home I could eat the pancakes, but not with too much sugar.
Leg by the way sure was a pain. It felt as it was bitten by some sort of wild animal. Looking while nurses changed bandages almost have made me sick. I mean there were five stiches, three long and two short ones. Doctor explain to my dad, who was an engineer, how they cut into my skin, sew stuff together and other similar stuff. Man, doc acted like as I was machine that got repaired!
Other freaky stuff was on the day I left hospital. While putting my clothes on, my older sister has told me something about happened during the surgery.
Surgery supposed to last only half of an hour, but for some other reason it lasted nearly two hours. Doc found out my side knee ligaments haven’t healed up yet and decided to fix it as well. Others almost panicked that I will wake up before surgery would end. I got shocked into thinking about waking up in the operating room with leg still savaged!
Right now I’m home, resting until muscles will get used. I pretty much do stuff I don’t really care about and sleeping. Walking is more difficult than it was after the surgery. New brace – automail goes from my ankle to thighs and it takes a lot of time to put on and off.
Other than that I also write, so if there might be any readers for my stories you are free to tell me which to continue. I’ll be more than glad to make someone happy.
I pretty much have much more time now, so I can upload anything you want. Though leg doesn’t allow me to sleep more than seven hours I can be still really active when it comes to writing.
Thank you if you took time to read my real life story
Before I start I must tell you that anything written here is 100% true. That's my first time writing about a real life experiance, so don't expect something perfect.
This writing may also have answers of why I haven't upload almost anything this year. It was very difficult and I hope I didn't let anybody down.
So my real life story begins.
Flashback Number
Flashy snow, many trees and one single way. That’s how I remember minutes before it happened. I held my skiing sticks deep in my gloves, kept staring in the snowy line in front of me. Just some more seconds and coach gave a sign. My silver skies slide towards the start place where I would begin. I took a deep breath, fixed my white helmet and again looked at my number jacket. The number 88 was on it. I don’t believe in bad and good numbers, but this one was bad, really bad. I didn’t mind it in fact I even thought it brings luck. Now I kinda believe that numbers which can be divided with 4 are bad ones. Why so bad? Listen to the rest where I describe the most unlucky day that totally screwed up my life.
“Number 88, you can start!” man in red snow suit said.
I took deep breath and for second though aboutevents that happened in the morning. Few weeks before, I had signed to go on a skiing contest. I was really excited, because I have been skiing since I was four. To think in what I got myself into now…. Well to return back, we were on bus getting towards snowy mountains. I saw a lot of familiar faces there, even a friend who I haven’t seen for nearly five years. Together, after coming to mountains we went to ski. Contest started around twelve o’clock, long enough for us getting some speed on ski lines. It was really nice skiing on the hills with incredible speed and beauty of the mountains. I so wish those moments lasted a bit longer, because the next snow ride I took… was the last one in this year.
Hearing my number 88, I turned towards the start. Snow line wasn’t that complicated, not too flat not too steed. For the contest you need to ski on that ski line while making turns around sticks with flags. When you reach the end you get your time and the one with best time wins. Easy enough right?
I started skiing around first flag sticks. It was a bit complicated, because around 87 kids already skied before me and a lot of snow was literally turned into ice. Duo to that my skies were shaking big time while I was skiing down. Next few seconds were okay too, some nice turns and good speed. Then it was the moment that is still appearing in my head. Even now I can see it.
There were two flag sticks which were very near each other. For I second I got confused around which one will I have to ski. Speed was increasing for every second of confusion. In the last moment I figured which one was the right one and quickly turned towards it. Quick turn and there was just blackness.
Few seconds maybe even minutes later I opened my eyes and realized I was lying on the ground. I heard my teacher shouting to continue. I obediently stood up… did I? I’m not sure, it’s as I lost those memories duo to the sudden shock. Next thing I remember was falling on the ground. For some reason I couldn’t move my leg. Also out of sudden, pain appeared as someone was trying to tear my leg apart.
After that was just chaos. Teachers rushed towards me when I was still so confused. My head still hurt from the fall and enormous pain in my leg was increasing. Paramedic rushed towards me and started moving the leg as I was a doll. After some painful checks he simply said “Nothing is broken. Let’s go down slowly.” and left. God if he knew what was really wrong. I didn’t break my leg, but got even worse
injury.
For next few hours I’m not really sure what happened. I know they somehow got me on the bus where I waited for getting home. During the time I waited I tried to sort my memories into some sense. With my mind I returned back on the ski line between those two flags. That’s when I realized. Accident happened because my right ski got stuck for flag sticks in the last moment I considered which flag stick is a right one. With high speed I pulled leg forward when stick held it back. This caused some sort tearing. Hour or two later other skiing contestants showed up and I think I was asked what happened for at least fifty times. Luckily those didn’t tire me with countless questions and just left me to rest. ‘Cept for some squeaking girls that were sitting next to me, they were the worst. They wanted to know every single detail how and what happened. I had trouble explaining since I was still confused duo to the shock.
Ride home began and some older contestants brought a backpack full of bottles. I was somehow used to older guys bringing alcohol on the buses, so I didn’t really mind. I minded big time after quick turn. Some bags, including the one with bottles fell from upper shelves. Why I’m telling this? Because the backpack with bottles fell right on my injured leg! Heavy glass forced my most animalistic sound from me. I was already in pain and glass just had to make it worse. Guys started apologizing when I just wanted to say “Go to hell already” and forget that day even happened.
When I got in hospital I couldn’t walk on my own, so my mom got a wheelchair. I felt a bit stupid for being on wheelchair and all, but I knew that was the best for my leg. After X – ray doctor said my leg isn’t broken or anything, just damaged in different way. Knowing nothing from the x –ray, he could only check the injury by pain.
When I had had a painful injury where part of my skin was removed while I felt it, I thought that was the most painful experience I’ve ever had. I was wrong deeply. Doctor roughly moved my leg around so painfully that I thought he’s just going to rip it off me. Feeling of my limbs getting apart from my body felt so terrible. I even started crying from the pain. In the end he finally said what was wrong. I have torn my knee ligaments apart.
For the ones who aren’t familiar with this injury, common among sportsmen, I’ll explain a bit. Leg has two main bones connecting in knee. In knee are four muscles that are keeping those two bones together – knee ligaments. From four main ones I have torn two completely.
I mentioned that it was far better if I’ve just broke my leg. You know why? Because bones heal up in few weeks or a month when knee ligaments need months! Sometimes even a year.
I had injury on fifth February and I still have it. All four months I wasn’t able to do any exercise. Even fast walking was fatal for my knee. I was so sad, because I needed to quit tennis playing. I’ve become so good this year that I even won the third place on Junior Tennis contest. Also my tennis partner is such a good friend. Duo to being on different High Schools we can’t even hang out during our training
anymore. We can only communicate through cell phones which we both don’t really like. Instead of meeting every Monday and Thursday during this year, we’ve only seen each other for two weekends.
I still have a so called “hospital trauma”. I mean I needed to spend three full days in hospital. It was my very first time and from what nurses said I was “really frightened kid”. Duo to my looks and short size they thought I was fourteen. I’m seventeen actually and when one other nurse asked me how old I was, I just asked “How many years do you give me?” She said twelve or thirteen. I minded a bit at first, but you know what? I like being young
. It only bothered me a bit once when one of the nurses came to check my temperature and only heard my voice. That time she thought I was ten or nine. Gee, I never knew my voice was THAT high pitched.
Other than that, things were almost as same as in movies and books. Hospital food was horrible, tasting almost the same as plastic. Luckily my mom saved me with fruit from home. Also the thing they show in anime a lot – extremely hot nurses. They actually were and for some I could only think if they were “all natural” duo to some who had dyed hair in freaky colors, almost like Riku’s silver ones or Kairi’s red. There wasn’t much stuff that I could actually do in hospital. I read a book that I read for more than twenty times, slept and texted some of my close friends. I also had my PSP with me, but couldn’t really play BBS because I had needle in my hand all the time. This caused me pain every time I switched commands during battle.
After I got home I could only walk using crutches. It was very difficult because snow and ice were everywhere. As weeks passed I got crutches in control getting everywhere even on snowy hill and ice covered roads. Once I even managed to climb on the tree and my mom almost got crazy when she saw me there. Other than that my classmates joked that I could write a book “One Hundred and One Use of the Crutches”. Also I will never forget the moment when nerd guy in our class, who often picks on me, took my crutches and started making fun of how clumsy I am. Next moment while pretending to use the crutches he fell on his showing – off ass! I hardly hid my laugh while saying “I think you’re going to need those if you’ll continue to be so clumsy.”
After a month I could walk on my own wearing special brace. If you know anime Fullmetal Alchemist, I felt like wearing an automail. Every move I made felt so unreal as my leg was artificial. Luckily after two months and a half I could walk without brace, but still be careful of sudden movements.
As my doctor said the middle knee ligament can never mend when side ligaments can. According to doc’s plan I finish my third year of the high school, while side knee ligament mends, and have a surgery in the beginning of the summer. Surgery is supposed to be very difficult, that’s at least what doc said.
Now summer has come and also my surgery. I managed to finish school, not with the highest school mark, but I was very close. Surgery was on Tuesday 11. 6. 2013. I was scared duo to some stuff I read about general anesthesia. That’s when they put you in sleep while cutting into your body. In some article I read about boy who didn’t woke up. It made me feel paralyzed, thinking only about how everything will turn up.
And yet day of the surgery finally came. Seven o’clock in the morning I came to hospital. Nurse helped get hospital pajamas on which were way too big on me. I said “I think it’s a bit too big” when nurse replied “No, it’s huge”. After that we went to cellar rooms where
operating rooms were. I needed to take my all clothes off and laid on operating table while nurse cover me with extremely hot towels. Some other nurse also came, saying “good morning” for at least ten times while preparing different liquids. Then I got needle in my hand once again. Nurse almost immediately put tube with salt solution in. I felt a bit cold feeling that spread in almost my entire body. I started feeling dizzy, keep watching how nurse was preparing different injects.
I have clearly no idea when I fell asleep. Next moment I woke up in some other room, hearing some beeping machines and shrinking tape that measured my blood pressure. I felt lots of bandages around my entire leg. Then I nearly started chocking myself when I felt some sort of liquid in my throat. Someone set some sort of black bag in front of my mouth so I could throw up it. I never felt so tired, even after they brought me back in my hospital bed. My eyelids were as they were stuck together with glue. Same went for my body that was limp.
The day after the surgery was the weirdest day I’ve ever experienced. Duo to anesthesia I was forced into sleep. But not the deep one. I could still heard conversations and sounds in there. Even my mom who tried to woke me up. I tried my best, but drugs didn’t let me. I woke up in the evening time, hungry as hell. Dad brought me some apricots which tasted really good. Only problem – my stomach didn’t
think so. I threw up and felt even weaker. Nurses gave me some more drugs into tube making me feel even more terrible. In next two hours I threw up two more times emptying my stomach completely.
Next day I couldn’t bring myself to eat a thing. Stomach rumbled all the time and when I smelled any food I felt as I’m going to throw up one more time. Even now I still have problems eating, so my mom keeps making me tea to fix my stomach. It actually really worked! The first day I came home I could eat the pancakes, but not with too much sugar.
Leg by the way sure was a pain. It felt as it was bitten by some sort of wild animal. Looking while nurses changed bandages almost have made me sick. I mean there were five stiches, three long and two short ones. Doctor explain to my dad, who was an engineer, how they cut into my skin, sew stuff together and other similar stuff. Man, doc acted like as I was machine that got repaired!
Other freaky stuff was on the day I left hospital. While putting my clothes on, my older sister has told me something about happened during the surgery.
Surgery supposed to last only half of an hour, but for some other reason it lasted nearly two hours. Doc found out my side knee ligaments haven’t healed up yet and decided to fix it as well. Others almost panicked that I will wake up before surgery would end. I got shocked into thinking about waking up in the operating room with leg still savaged!
Right now I’m home, resting until muscles will get used. I pretty much do stuff I don’t really care about and sleeping. Walking is more difficult than it was after the surgery. New brace – automail goes from my ankle to thighs and it takes a lot of time to put on and off.
Other than that I also write, so if there might be any readers for my stories you are free to tell me which to continue. I’ll be more than glad to make someone happy.
I pretty much have much more time now, so I can upload anything you want. Though leg doesn’t allow me to sleep more than seven hours I can be still really active when it comes to writing.
Thank you if you took time to read my real life story