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“It will all be okay”
“It will all be okay,” my mom told me as we walked into the orthopedics office to get an X-ray. The X-ray was to see why my spine was in pain.
“I hope,” I muttered as we entered the building. We walked in and my mom was handed a clipboard, a pen, and the paperwork. We sat in the waiting room for around ten minutes. But then someone opened the door to the waiting room.
“Megan,” she shouted, just as my mom finished the paperwork. We followed the woman to the back, and she brought us into a very blank room. It consisted of two grey chairs, a desk, and an examination table lined with parchment paper. Just as all doctors’ offices looked.
“Someone will be back to see you in about five minutes,” she explained. Then, she left the room.
We sat in the room and time was going by so slow. All I wanted to do was get this done with and get my results. But unfortunately, I couldn’t skip this whole process. I wished I could though.
“What is an X-ray like?” I asked my mom.
“It doesn’t hurt a bit, you just lay still, and they will scan your body,” she answered.
“Don’t worry Megan, It will all be okay,” she reassured me, so I wouldn’t get too stressed.
“Thanks,” I said. There was a knock at the door.
“Come in,” my mom called.
“When you are ready, follow me this way,” the woman stated. We followed her and she brought us into a room with a clear glass window looking at the X-ray. My nerves were now a bit more calmed, as I saw it was not going to be bad at all.
“All I need you to do is lay still and the X-ray will do the rest,” she explained as she was setting something up in her computer.
“It may produce a bit of loud noises, but don’t worry, it will be quick and easy,” she continued. She opened the next door and told me where to lay and how the X-ray works.
“Ready?” she asked.
“Yes,” she went back into the room with the clear glass window and started up the X-ray machine. It sounded like a truck; she definitely did not lie about the noises. I laid there for about a minute. But before I knew it, she came back through the door.
“Done,” she announced. I was shocked at how quick it was. I got up off the machine and followed her back out. Then, she told me and my mom to go back to the first room that she had taken us.
“We will give you a call very soon of when you can come back to hear your results,” she told us. That was all we needed to do in this appointment, so we followed her out and we exited the building.
“I hope my results come back clear,” I added.
“Me too,” my mom replied. We hopped in the car and headed home. But on the way home, she let me stop and get a treat from Panera. I picked out a blueberry muffin and lemonade. The perfect way to end my afternoon.
We got home around 3:30 P.M. and my mom got a call shortly after at 4:00.
“Hello,” my mom said. I tried to listen in on the conversation to hear when we had to go back.
“Mhm… alright…. thanks, you too… bye”
“Sooo…” I said.
“We can go back in two days, and they will tell us the results of the X-ray”
Those two days took so long because I was so eager to find out the results of the X-ray. Would the results be good? Or would they be bad?
The two days have now finally passed, and we had arrived back at the orthopedics office.
“It will all be okay,” my mom continuously told me this to comfort my nerves as we walked into the orthopedics to find out the results.
“I hope,” I replied.
As we entered the building, we were instructed to sit in the waiting room. I sat there swinging my legs as my mom filled out the paperwork. The few minutes we sat there felt like hours.
“I’m scared,” I told my mom.
“It will all be okay,” she said again. Knowing she thought it would be okay calmed my nerves a little bit. I was praying I wouldn’t have to get any surgery, but I was still unsure of what to assume.
After waiting for around ten minutes, with very chaotic thoughts roaming my head, the nurse came into the waiting room.
“Jordan,” she called. I was hoping to hear my name.
“Megan,” she finally shouted just like she did two days ago. My mom and I stood up and followed her back. At this point the butterflies in my stomach had doubled. It was all so real, and I would finally get the results to the X-ray.
We were brought back to a different room than last time, but it looked just like the other one, almost identical.
“The doctor will be in in a few minutes,” the woman said. Me and my mom sat there, waiting, and waiting. I was trying my best to be patient.
A knock was at the door, and it was the doctor. The doctor introduced himself and me and my mom did the same.
“We have reviewed your X-ray and we found a slight fracture in your lower back,” the doctor explained. I wondered what this really meant. How could it be fixed?
The doctor then said the name of the injury, but it was very confusing to remember. It went along the lines of spondylolysis or something similar to that.
“You will not need a surgery unless it continues to get worse,” he continued. I was very relieved to hear that. I still had many questions in my head.
“The best way to prohibit it from getting worse is to go to physical therapy twice a week,” he said. He then shared options of places to go for that physical therapy. Then, he showed us the X-ray and where the fracture was.
“Unfortunately, with this injury you will have to take a break from physical activity for at least six weeks,” he suggested. I was a little sad to hear that, but I was willing to take a break if that was the only way it could get better.
“That’s all I have to tell you”.
It was now time for us to leave. I was glad to now have my results back, even if I was a little nervous on how this would affect me. It wasn’t anything too major. It was definitely fixable and easily treated.
We exited the building and my mom agreed that I got lucky with a small fracture because it definitely could have been worse. I then explained to her I was nervous and worried about what was going to happen.
“Don’t worry,” she replied.
“It will all be okay”.
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Hi! My name is Megan DeWeese. I am an 8th grader in Tampa, Florida. I attend Cambridge Christian School and I love to write. I hope you enjoy this memoir of an injury I had. Thanks! ❤️