As I sat in this tiny examining room, waiting for the doctor who was widely known for doing a certain type of surgery on highly paid professionals, I didn’t know what to expect. Was he going to be big, strong, in shape? Just the typical every day doctor? It was March 6th 2007, this was the day when I took a flight to Birmingham, Alabama. The day was for my checkup, as well to go through some procedures. This was to educate me on what I should expect to happen later on. The doctor that preformed surgery on me was James Andrews. As he walked through the door my hands start to clam up. As I began to talk to him, I noticed why all these great sports players come to him. Was because of his name? He had a great personality, a bit of confidence that determines he will get the job done correctly. Throughout, that day I felt as if there was a great pressure lifted off my shoulders. I could breathe easy knowing that I would finally get my life back “baseball.” On the ride from the hospital, my father and I got acquainted with our bus driver. We then found out that he would be driving us every day. He suddenly, shouted over the roar of the bus motor. He was quite the talker. He asked, “Is this your first time in Alabama?” As well, he asked. “Is this your first time to see Mr. Andrews?” I quickly blurted out, “yes.” He said “Well you’re getting nothing but the best the best.” I couldn’t wait for tomorrow to come! I was saying over and over in my head: “I just want to get this over with!” As the time was near midnight, I wasn’t allowed to eat or even drink anything, not even water. It was lights out, tomorrow is the day that my life will be changed.
It’s my second day in Birmingham. I was hoping for it to be a great day. I thought that I was coming to an end. Finally! My appointment was set for 8:30. The doctor said, “Show up one hour early in case things got moved up.” The weather was a bit chilly. Everything looked like an old black and white picture. Al pulls up right on time, opens the doors, and says “all aboard.” “Today’s the big day,” my father says to Al. As their conversation went on, I sat and looked out the window wondering if I would feel anything during the surgery. I started to get butterflies in my stomach, from thinking too much or maybe because I was starving. I could see the hospital and for some reason, just looked so much bigger than it did yesterday. Pulling up to the entrance, Al says “don’t worry you won’t feel a thing, you’re in the best of hands and good luck.” My father and I walked to the front office to check in as Al drove off waving. The woman asked us for my name and then tells us that there has been a cancellation so my time would be moved up. We both walked into the waiting room. It’s the size of a gym! Before, I get to sit down the nurse called my name “are you ready to get prepped for surgery?” she says. “Isn’t my dad allowed to come with me?” I asked, the nurse calmly said “sorry honey just you.” The whole 8th floor is known as The Tommy John sector, which I thought was pretty cool. I got put in a temporary room where I relaxed in bed.
The sight out the window was relaxing. As time passed, I sat in that room wondering where my dad was; does he know where I am? Did everyone forget about me, a split second later doctor Andrews walks in the room with two others and says “are you ready to get the wing fixed?” “Let’s go” I blurted out quickly. Getting rolled out of the room in my bed was fun because I’ve never had a rolling bed before. Not knowing where I was heading I got rolled into a room which looked like a pit stop for people in beds ready to get their bodies fixed, then a doctor came over to me and asked if my right arm was the one they were going to do surgery on. I quietly said “yes” not knowing who the man was. Soon enough, he comes back again and writes yes on my right arm and no on my left. I knew it was almost time to go in, my life would soon be changed for the better. The doctor says to me “count down from 1000” as I felt a warming sensation go through my arm. I said “1000 why a thousand” before I knew it, I was out like a light.
While I was in surgery my dad was pacing around the cafeteria. He was anxious for me to return to my room. One and a half hours later, the surgery was completed. I started to slowly feel the pain rise. As I reunited with my father, the pain was more constant. I turned my head and said to my dad, “my arms throbbing” the nurse over heard me. She then quickly went to get me a pain killer. She says “before I give you this you have to eat.” I couldn’t stand the pain any longer I took it without food. Five minutes later I threw up the pill along with the IV fluids. After leaving the hospital I soon found out that my father didn't get my prescription filled because the pharmacy was closed. Al had picked us up that cold night, soon after dropped us off outside the hotel.
The pain really started to set in, my dad says, "Are you hungry son." I exclaimed "You know it, I've been starving." Entering the subway doors an older man says to me "did you get a surgery done today." "Yes, and my arms killing me" I painfully said. The man says "my wife just got shoulder surgery; you can have one of her pills to get you through the night if you need one." My father reply's "it's alright he will be fine." The days and nights had come and gone from getting my stitches out to getting put into a protective brace I realized how fragile the human body is, in order to stay in good condition I have to stay in shape. This was just the beginning to my long journey to recovery, and helped me see another side of life.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
memo
The feedback from the memoir review helped me see another prospective on my writing. This has taught me that I need to slow down and spend more time putting my thoughts together. I need to start simply with brainstorming. I now come to realize that when I write my writing style is scattered. I need to reread thoroughly and adequately. It also has come to my knowledge that I tend to repeat myself. Unfortunately I was lacking dialogue. From speaking with my partner he had give me an idea. It consisted of putting more detail into my writing to make is sound more interesting. We both agreed that my paper was dual. I don’t want to lose my audience’s attention. I need to put more excitement into my paper. I think this exercise is a great idea put all because it allows me to have another prospective on my topic.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
rough draft
As I sat in this tiny examining room and waited for the doctor who is worldwide known for doing a certain type of surgery on highly paid professionals. I didn’t know what to expect? Was he going to be big and strong and in shape, or just the typical every day doctor? It was March 6th 2007; this was the day when I took a flight to Birmingham, Alabama. The day was for my checkup as well to go through some procedures. This was to educate me on what I should expect to happen later on. The doctor that preformed surgery on me was James Andrews. As he walked through the door my hands start to clam up. As I begin, to talk to him I noticed why all these great sports players come to him? Was because of his name? He had a great personality, a bit of confidence that determines he will get the job done correctly. Throughout, that day I felt as if there was a great pressure lifted off my shoulders. I could breathe easy knowing that I would finally get my life back “baseball.” On the ride from the hospital, my father and I got acquainted with our bus driver. We then found out that he would be driving us every day. He suddenly, shouted over the roar of the bus motor. He was quite the talker. He asked, “If it was our first time in Alabama, also where we were from.” As well, he asked. “if it was my first time to see Mr. Andrews.” I quickly blurted out, “yes.” He said. “Well you’re getting nothing but the best the best.” I couldn’t wait for tomorrow to come! I was saying over and over in my head “I just want to get this over with!” As the time was near midnight I wasn’t allowed to eat or even drink anything, not even water. It was lights out and tomorrow would be a great day.
It’s my second day in Birmingham, I was hoping for it to be a great day. I thought that I was coming to an end. Finally! My appointment was set for 8:30. The doctor said, “To show up one hour early in case things got moved up.” The weather was a bit chilly. Everything looked like an old picture, almost as if it was black and white. Al pulls up right on time, opens the doors and says “all aboard.” “Today’s the big day” my father says to Al. As their conversation went on, I sat and looked out the window wondering if I would even feel anything during the surgery. I started to get butterflies in my stomach from thinking too much or maybe because I was starving. I could see the hospital and for some reason today it just looked so much bigger then yesterday. Pulling up to the entrance Al says “don’t worry you won’t feel a thing, you’re in the best of hands and good luck.” My father and I, walked to the front office to check in as Al drove off waving. The woman asked us for my name and then tells us that there has been a cancellation so my time would then be moved up. We both walked into the waiting room. it’s the size of a gym! Before, I get to sit down the nurse called my name “are you ready to get prepped for surgery?” she says. “Isn’t my dad a loud to come with me?” I asked, the nurse calmly said “sorry honey just you.” The whole 8th floor is known as The Tommy John sector, which I thought was pretty cool. I got put in a temporary room where I relaxed in bed.
The sight out the window was relaxing. As time passed, I sat in that room wondering where my dad is, does he know where I am? Did everyone forget about me, a split second later doctor Andrews walks in the room with two others and says “are you ready to get the wing fixed?” “Let’s go” I blurted out quickly. Getting rolled out of the room in my bed was fun because I’ve never had a rolling bed before. Not knowing where I was heading I got rolled into a room which looked like a pit stop for people in beds. A doctor came over to me and asked if my right arm was the one they were going to do surgery on. I quietly said “yes” not knowing who the man was. Soon enough, he comes back again and writes yes on my right arm and no on my left. Then he tells “count down from 1000” as I felt a warming sensation go through my arm. I said “1000 why a thousand” before I knew it I was out like a light.
While I was in surgery my dad was pacing around the cafeteria. He was anxious for me to get returned to my room. One and a half hours later the surgery was complete, I started to slowly feel the pain rise. As I reunited with my father the pain was more constant. I turned my head and said to my dad, “my arms throbbing in pain” the nurse over heard me. She then quickly went to get me a pain killer. She says “before I give you this you have to eat.” I couldn’t stand the pain any longer I took it without food. 5 minutes later I threw up the pill along with the IV fluids. after leaving the hospital I soon found out that my father didn't get my prescription filled because the pharmacy was closed. Al had picked us up that cold night, soon after dropped us off outside the hotel.
The pain really started to set in, my dad says, "are you hungry son." I exclaimed "You know it, I've been starving." Entering the subway doors a older man says to me "did you get a surgery don today." "Yes, and my arms killing me" I painfully said. The man says "my wife just got shoulder surgery, you can have one of her pills to get you through the night if you need one." My father reply's "it's alright he will be fine." This was just the beginning to my long journey to recovery.
It’s my second day in Birmingham, I was hoping for it to be a great day. I thought that I was coming to an end. Finally! My appointment was set for 8:30. The doctor said, “To show up one hour early in case things got moved up.” The weather was a bit chilly. Everything looked like an old picture, almost as if it was black and white. Al pulls up right on time, opens the doors and says “all aboard.” “Today’s the big day” my father says to Al. As their conversation went on, I sat and looked out the window wondering if I would even feel anything during the surgery. I started to get butterflies in my stomach from thinking too much or maybe because I was starving. I could see the hospital and for some reason today it just looked so much bigger then yesterday. Pulling up to the entrance Al says “don’t worry you won’t feel a thing, you’re in the best of hands and good luck.” My father and I, walked to the front office to check in as Al drove off waving. The woman asked us for my name and then tells us that there has been a cancellation so my time would then be moved up. We both walked into the waiting room. it’s the size of a gym! Before, I get to sit down the nurse called my name “are you ready to get prepped for surgery?” she says. “Isn’t my dad a loud to come with me?” I asked, the nurse calmly said “sorry honey just you.” The whole 8th floor is known as The Tommy John sector, which I thought was pretty cool. I got put in a temporary room where I relaxed in bed.
The sight out the window was relaxing. As time passed, I sat in that room wondering where my dad is, does he know where I am? Did everyone forget about me, a split second later doctor Andrews walks in the room with two others and says “are you ready to get the wing fixed?” “Let’s go” I blurted out quickly. Getting rolled out of the room in my bed was fun because I’ve never had a rolling bed before. Not knowing where I was heading I got rolled into a room which looked like a pit stop for people in beds. A doctor came over to me and asked if my right arm was the one they were going to do surgery on. I quietly said “yes” not knowing who the man was. Soon enough, he comes back again and writes yes on my right arm and no on my left. Then he tells “count down from 1000” as I felt a warming sensation go through my arm. I said “1000 why a thousand” before I knew it I was out like a light.
While I was in surgery my dad was pacing around the cafeteria. He was anxious for me to get returned to my room. One and a half hours later the surgery was complete, I started to slowly feel the pain rise. As I reunited with my father the pain was more constant. I turned my head and said to my dad, “my arms throbbing in pain” the nurse over heard me. She then quickly went to get me a pain killer. She says “before I give you this you have to eat.” I couldn’t stand the pain any longer I took it without food. 5 minutes later I threw up the pill along with the IV fluids. after leaving the hospital I soon found out that my father didn't get my prescription filled because the pharmacy was closed. Al had picked us up that cold night, soon after dropped us off outside the hotel.
The pain really started to set in, my dad says, "are you hungry son." I exclaimed "You know it, I've been starving." Entering the subway doors a older man says to me "did you get a surgery don today." "Yes, and my arms killing me" I painfully said. The man says "my wife just got shoulder surgery, you can have one of her pills to get you through the night if you need one." My father reply's "it's alright he will be fine." This was just the beginning to my long journey to recovery.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
The Man Who Changed My Life
As I sat in this tiny examining room and waited for the doctor who is worldwide known for doing surgery on highly paid professionals, I didn’t know what to expect. Was he going to be big and strong and in shape, or just the typical doctor that you would think of seeing every day. It was March 6th 2007; this was the day when I took flight to Birmingham, Alabama. The day was for a checkup and to go through some procedures just to know what was going on. The docs name is James Andrews; he’s a middle aged man somewhere around 50 with suit on, not like a typical doctor would wear. As he walks through the door my hands start to clam up, as I begin to talk to him I notice why all these great sports players come to him it’s not just cause of his name. He has a great personality, a bit of swagger that you can hear in his voice that says I will get the job done right. Throughout that day I felt as if there was a great pressure lifted off my shoulders. I could breathe easy knowing that I would finally get my life back “baseball.” On the ride from the hospital to the hotel, my father and I got acquainted with our bus driver which we found out would be driving us every day we stayed in Alabama. Al! He shouted over the roar of the bus motor. He was quite the talker; asking if it was our first time in Alabama, and where we were from, then asked if it was my first time to see Mr. Andrews. I quickly blurted out yes, he said well you’re getting nothing but the best of the best.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
3 memoir ideas
1. How medicine has evolved to save some many .
2. When the surgery called TommyJohn was perfected.3. When the Xbox 360 got invented.
1. If it weren't for medicine, the world today would be in a lot of trouble. Not the world in general but the people within the world. There are some who can't live without certain types or medications. Around this time, of year there is expanding number of people who need medical attention due to an outrages amount of Flu types. Medicine has evolved with enormously high number throughout the years working to fight off all types of illnesses.
2. From baseball players to football players Tommy John surgery may be insisted. In todays world, the sport industry bring in a high income of money. In football quarterbacks may come across this surgery. It is outstanding how popular this surgery has become for baseball players. This surgery is becoming more common on a day to day basis. Tommy John consists of taking out the torn UCL ( ultra collateral ligament) from your elbow and being replaced by a tendon. Then over time, without using your arm then the tendon turns to a ligament. I have had the experience to go through with Tommy John Surgery at the age of 18 without this surgery i would no longer be playing baseball.
3. The Xbox 360 is a gaming system use to entertain all ages.This system can also be used to keep in contact with others across the country by playing them in a online game or just simply leaving them a message. A few other functions for the Xbox are buying or downloading games and ripping(taking songs off a cd) CD's on to the hard-drive to listen to later.
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