Wednesday, April 4, 2012
On November 10, I had a knee surgery that I had been expecting for quite some time. I was scheduled for surgery at 8 am and was out by 9:30 am. It was a quick in and out procedure and I was able to return home that night. The only thing that seemed to be a problem was some mild pain, but that was easily manageable. The worst part of the whole situation was everybody at dance’s expectations of me. Two or three weeks later my dance studio manager was asking when I would be back, how many dances I would be doing, so on and so forth. It was almost like she expected me to know everything right off the bat. I felt like nobody believed that I had just had surgery for a problem I was dealing with for years. I could see where they were coming from considering I haven’t been able to complete a full dance year in a few years because of my knee problem, but I had a surgery. My medical records showed it all. As my doctor had said; minor surgery is surgery that isn’t yours. Surgery is surgery; it hurts and takes time to heal. I was being expected to do something I was not fully capable of doing just two weeks after a surgery. I was on crutches for a month and a half! To this day I am still doing physical therapy exercises to try and strengthen everything. It just didn’t seem fair that I couldn’t live up to anybody at dance’s expectations of me. I felt like I was letting down my family. Dance can be such a straining sport on your body, but you do it anyways because you love it and it hurts more to stay away. It’s been a rough four months, everybody.