I Hurt Myself!

I know it has been a LONG time since I updated, but frankly, I am just lazy. (My excuse for everything, by the way). Anyway, I was playing kickball last Wednesday in PE, and I made an amazing kick.(NOT:)) I ran to first base, and slid into first base very gracefully. Well, it was more like a trip, fall, and hit my face on the gym floor type thing. It ended up my knee hit the first basemen's shin, and that's when I fell. I went to the urgent care center, and they took x-rays and gave me crutches for a couple of days. They were wrong. In a couple of days, my knee was twice its size, my foot was three times its size, and my knee collapsed within seconds of putting weight on it. Today, I missed school to go the hospital to see the surgeon. This man had worked on my dad, dad's friend(twice), that man's son, and many other famous athletes. I had an MRI. That is a story in itself! But we'll talk about that later. I have to go to physical therapy twice a week, which I'm sure will be torture, and can't do anything for a long time. School has been really hard being disabled. I have been getting my friends carry my books, sitting out in PE, and doing other stuff. Now, about the MRI. Before we were in the hospital, my mom's friend radioed my mom. "You need to prepare Matt for the MRI." That's when the alarms went off in my head. "Oh, crap, what have I done!" I was wondering what she meant. I now know. The doctors take you back there and make you take all the metal things off your body. They ask you if you've ever been shot with a bbgun or had any metal inserted in your body. Of course, I am too sheltered to have any of those things done to me. The door is like a foot thick and has four locks on it: a metal bar coming from the ceiling fixed to the door, a little key lock, a large metal box on it, and the handle is a 2 foot long metal bar that has to be forced down. You walk in this room, and the monster takes up half the room. This old decrepid lady walks out pale white. I hop up onto the little bed and put in these earplugs that don't work. The doctor lady is yelling at me like I can't hear her already to put my foot in the little fixture that locks me in. You know its scary when the lady walks out of the room saying"good luck!" and locks all the locks. The little bed moves forward and puts me in the tunnel of doom. I sit there for a couple of minutes, then hear this block of wood fall in the beast. Right after that, WWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

WWWEEEAHHAHHAHAEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHAHAHAAEEEEEEHHHHH!!!!!! for five minutes straight. Then when they trick you to think its over, it goes again:

WWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

WWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

and again, and again and again. One small detail:

right above my head, which is the only thing out of the tunnel of death, is a small laser fixture pointing at me. Above it reads: Note: Do not stare directly at the laser. It can damage retina and optical nerve. Thanks. Then what am I supposed to look at! 

It's over. 

The same lady walks in, "You made it!"

Barely.