January 5th pt.2

 As the trainer called my mom, and she arrives for me, I am wheelchaired down to her car. As I am assisted into her car she asks what occured, and the trainer fills her in what happend and what she believed may have occured. As my mother takes me to the nearest emergency room I continue to sob again as I replay what occured in my head and am overcome with pain. I tell her the story myself, and she shared she felt sorry for what happened to me. Though frustrated and trying to understand why this has happend to me I tell her it’s probably because it was karma for breaking my wall the day prior. We went to two urgent cares that could not take me in, till I finally arrived at University of Chicago Medicine, Ingalls urgent care. As we were in the waiting room for two hours I had to take tylenol to ease the pain. Frustratedly I thought about how shitty the health care system is since I had to wait that long, and took another two hours attending me for my results. 

Once they took me in they ask what occured, and once again I told my story. As always they were shocked I wrestled. Feeling good that I impressed them with being a wrestler it also made me feel like they thought I was cool and tough. In urgent care they had me take x-ray scans and nearly 2 hours after my results came in. I was so sure I broke my leg or tore my ACL and or MCL, but when they told me that the scans showed nothing I was infuriated. I came here 4 hours ago and waited in pain and agony for them to just tell me I had nothing! I was not having it, they had to have done something wrong, maybe they don’t know how to do their job, maybe their x-ray is broken or something, I could not have nothing. They told me since my knee was incredibly inflammed and hot it must have been a contusion in the knee, which is a severe bruise. I tried to think maybe this is a good thing, maybe the injury is not bad at all and I’ll be ok soon, and more than anything get to wrestle soon. Thinking now I could have not been more wrong, but at the same time I could not have been more right since I knew it could not have just been a contusion. They gave me a knee brace, and pain meds and sent me on my way saying to do R.I.C.E. (rest, ice, compress, and elavate), and by 2 weeks I should be good, and just follow up with my doctor. I left in crutches, dissapointed, frustrated, but more than anything in torment. Those in the weeks following I soon learned what I’ve turely done.