Wednesday, September 16, 2009

As I wake up all I can see is the silhouettes of peoples bodies and voices that sound stretched out and deeper then normal. I try to sit up but the nurse demands that I lie down and relax. Still a little drugged up I look at her with a smirk on my face and tell her I should get surgery more often. I doze back to sleep.

During the bus ride to the game I sat by myself. I was trying to relax.

I woke up for the second time and this time I was overwhelmed. Little did I know that I get very sick when I go under anesthetics. I managed to get into a wheel chair and I was escorted to the car. My knee was throbbing sharp with pain. It was weird even though my leg was completely numb I could still feel the sharp pain when I moved it. I managed to hobble into the car and it took off. Half way home I threw up.

We arrived at the field. As I walked off the bus and approached our bench I started to get nervous. I felt like I was going to throw up. I couldn’t shake it. I put on all of my gear and I prepared for the pre game stretching and drills. Before I knew it the ball was kicked and the game started. It all went by in an instant. I sprinted onto the field for offense, I was running back. The first drive I felt unstoppable I was getting the ball and running through, around, and past the opposing players. I felt like I could not be stopped. By now the nauseas feeling had disappeared and the only thing in my mind was getting the ball and running like a bull.

When I got home my dad opened the door for me and helped me out of the car. My arms felt like jello and it was a struggle to make my way to door. I felt like I was going to collapse, that my muscles would just stop working. I walked into my house and gifts riddled the table. I went straight to the couch. I managed to lie down and before I knew it I was once again asleep.

We had scored our first touchdown of the season and every time I went back to the side line my teammates would tell me how amazingly good I was playing. I felt on top of the world. I felt like nothing could stop me. I guess I spoke too soon.

2 comments:

  1. Pretty good writing but be more specific with your transitions from past to present.

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  2. It's good, but maybe separate what is happening now and what was happening then, it gets a little confusing.

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