er. Someone was just going to step in and take the spot that I had reserved for myself. That was worse than the pain of my finger or the surgery I had to go through. The day had come, and I woke up extremely early that mourning. I was not allowed to eat anything and as I was driving in with my father my stomach was growling. We arrived at the hospital and I checked in at the front desk, a rather large women with brown hair took the information that they needed. They brought me into a room and had me put on a johnny. You know, one of those pieces of clothing that shows your ass to the world. I cam out of the bathroom and they had brought in a television for my father and I to watch as I waited. We put in "Whit men can't jump" and just as Woody was going to take the court for the first time the overweight nurse walked in. They brought me to the prep room and there I lay just waiting to go under. As they started my IV I began to get nervous. I thought of nothing except for the surgery to come the doctor then added vallium to my iv and before I could count to five I was out. I woke up and felt very sluggish, I lay there for a while and then proceeded to get dressed. The operation was over and I was on my way to recovery. Two weeks passed and I was still attending every practice and every game, this was very hard for me because I was unable to play. The season went on and I watched for the sidelines, and on the final game of the season I got my cast off. However, I was unable to play because I still needed to go to therapy for my finger. My junior basketball season was lost, and I could never get it back. The effects came a year later, May of senior year....
